Luyện nghe bài hát 100 Rounds

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

Niggas think I can't sell five million?
Ya'll is mad
Ya'll must not know the 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 slash your
Verbal mike
Blow like chimes in the kitchen
God should vega, straight up stomp that out
What, he biting everything, biting his
We like champions
Caught me in the in Hamptons
it out
Throwin thousand out
mammal get high
Float
off in a Benz boat lampable
Rear like hittin a
Playin Cuban Linx in the chair, he got a ear
No all brolic guerillas stand up
large throw a hand up
Throw a up
Let's like
Con-nect both sides, big shit low rides,
bump once
Yo Chef throw ya'll niggas free lunch
Hit the L twice, it once
Track be like a whore
a swelling on a sore
Or this rap Magellion on jaw
I'm a freak,
Boating on the weekends, ten a
Flows it like Clinique
Rich unique, bitch you
Reek, we callin up Leek
Yo he famous like Ali feet, yo
Rap Davis with a pistol
And dis you
You a student, fuckin wit a

Chorus(x2)
like ten at a time
Begin, love around a thin line
Go this, send mine
Lace you you down
Let a rounds race you
Now you from brolic to a facial

Yo, ayo tree house
Yo, Fiendin fuck in a green house
Rush and cut, cream out
Blow out
Rare like guccis in
Goose
Skied up, all my deustch years
Coat for
and 39th all day
Got my chick rollin call her
20th century max like penitentiary
Nikki gon' lynch me
What, flavored nikes
2000 the hype piece
Send my love out to white peeps
emblem, success, make a nigga tremble
Nine of us stand, resemble
out tax reports
Look up in Guess shorts
Bitches got and support
Yo, jacket, yellow
hat, mack it real mellow
New York of mind, crime Othello
zoo of bitches, burrow that's Staten
Yo we actin, Wud up we do that crack captain
Still camaflouge
Mad
Out yo we cap shit, picture that mashin

Chorus(x2)

Yo,aiyo blowin more
For a season, wud up shortie jaw
hall bleeding
Take money, that ?dun gottori? son
Dripped out in Bahamas all
Gain you out
Portrait of my love mad
Now we with things, the long shit
Luke bitches in
Cute big, fat bitches with
Lex you need boots switches
Flights over
my hat out, and 'lax
Connecting diplomat cats
Harlem connect, Iceberg varsity check
Rimmin well ice off my dick
Abe Lincoln president suites, lay
me, I bought head from Monica Lewinsky
Arrest hoodlum
Strong arm that the gooden
Faggot frontin, knew he wouldn't
Flexible rhymin professional
We out eatin all side vegetables
rhymes, lines
Casians and
blaze niggas with the shine

Chorus(x2)

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