Luyện nghe bài hát 100 Rounds

Yo
What up D?
You bought that from Records?
What's that, let me see bag
Get the fuck off, get the off it
Come man, what the fuck I...(banging)
Like nigga, give me that man
You on this purple tape nigga you dead on that
Fuck outta (gun cock)

Raekwon: Niggas think I can't five million?
Ya'll is mad
Ya'll must not the work I put in on this
For real, that's for for real (ha ha)
Represent, flick it up all day nigga,
know my work, this category is raw

Aiyo your position
Verbal mike
Blow lines chimes in the kitchen
God should vega, up stomp that fake out
What, he biting everything, biting his
We like champions
me in the outlet in Hamptons
it out
Throwin four out
mammal get high
Float
off in a Benz boat lampable
Rear like a deer
Playin Linx movin in the chair, he got a ear
No all brolic guerillas stand up
Whoever throw a hand up
a grand up
Let's multiply
Con-nect sides, big shit low rides, ga-lide
Everybody bump
Yo Chef gonna throw niggas free lunch
Hit the L twice, it once
be yelling like a whore
Like a on a sore
Or this rap on your jaw
I'm a freak,
Boating on the weekends, ten a
Flows it like Clinique
unique, bitch you weak
Contact Reek, we up Leek
Yo he like Ali feet, yo mystical
Rap Larry Davis a pistol
And dis you
You a student, fuckin wit a

Chorus(x2)
Rollin ten at a time
Begin, love around a thin line
Go against this, send
Lace you chase you
Let a hundred rounds you
Now you went from to a facial

Yo, ayo glass tree
Yo, Fiendin like in a green house
and cut, chain cream out
Blow out
like guccis in ears
Goose
Skied up, all my deustch years
for broadway
Hundred and all day
Got my rollin call her Parle'
20th century max like jail
Nikki gon' lynch me
What, fruit flavored
2000 the hype piece
Send half my love out to peeps
Wu-Tang emblem, success, make a nigga
Nine of us stand, resemble
Filling out tax
Look live up in Guess
got love and support
Yo, leather jacket,
Leather hat, mack it real
New York state of mind, crime
Wild zoo of bitches, burrow Staten
Yo we actin, Wud up we do that crack thing
Still jackets
Mad
Out yo we cap shit, picture that mashin

Chorus(x2)

Yo,aiyo more reason
For a season, wud up shortie jaw
Baltimore bleeding
Take money, remember that ?dun son
out in Bahamas all bummy
Gain you out
of my love mad shit
Now we with things, the gray shit
Luke bitches in
big, fat bitches with Luke
Lex you need boots switches
over Iraq
Ironing my hat out, and
with diplomat cats
Harlem connect, Iceberg varsity check
Rimmin well ice drool off my
Abe Lincoln president suites, lay
Pinch me, I bought head from Monica
Arrest that
Strong arm that the gooden
Faggot frontin, knew he wouldn't
Flexible rhymin professional
We out eatin all side vegetables
Prosperity rhymes,
Casians and
blaze niggas with the shine

Chorus(x2)

Raekwon: Yea up, that's right ha ha
be loving my shit, yea all the real niggas
stand up, hey yo let me speak, let me
Yo this a new year here
It's the 2 with the 3 zeros, me?
It's gonna get technical for
play the game right
It's jus a friendly of baseball
Ha me? Hey yo Santanna, yo
Bring that in here kid
count that, where it came from?
Where it came Rollin like ten at a time...