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 here man, the fuck I...(banging)
Like that nigga, give me man
You dead on this tape nigga you dead on that
Fuck here (gun cock)

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

Aiyo slash position
mike physician
Blow lines like in the kitchen
God should vega, straight up stomp fake out
What, he biting everything, biting his
We like champions
Caught me in the outlet in
it out
Throwin thousand out
mammal get high
Float
off in a Benz boat lampable
Rear like a deer
Cuban Linx movin in the chair, he got a ear
No question all brolic guerillas up
large throw a hand up
Throw a up
Let's multiply
Con-nect both sides, big shit low rides,
bump once
Yo gonna throw ya'll niggas free lunch
Hit the L twice, need it
Track be yelling like a
a swelling on a sore
Or rap Magellion on your jaw
I'm a freak,
on the weekends, ten a week
Flows spray it like
unique, bitch you weak
Contact Reek, we 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)
Rollin like ten at a
Begin, love around a thin line
Go against this, send
Lace you chase you
Let a rounds race you
Now you went from brolic to a

Yo, ayo glass tree
Yo, Fiendin like fuck in a house
and cut, chain cream out
Blow out
Rare guccis in ears
bears
Skied up, all my deustch years
for broadway
Hundred and all day
Got my chick rollin her Parle'
century max like jail penitentiary
Nikki Barnes gon' me
What, fruit flavored
2000 the hype piece
Send half my love out to peeps
Wu-Tang emblem, success, make a tremble
Nine of us stand, resemble
out tax reports
Look live up in shorts
got love and support
Yo, jacket, yellow
Leather hat, mack it real
New York of mind, crime Othello
Wild zoo of bitches, burrow Staten
Yo we actin, Wud up we do that thing captain
Still camaflouge
Mad
Out yo we cap shit, picture that mashin

Chorus(x2)

Yo,aiyo more reason
For a season, wud up jaw season
Baltimore hall
Take money, remember that gottori? son
Dripped out in all bummy
Gain you out
Portrait of my mad shit
Now we with things, the gray shit
Luke in Barook
big, fat bitches with Luke
Lex you need boots that
Flights over
Ironing my hat out, and
Connecting diplomat cats
Harlem connect, Iceberg varsity check
Rimmin ice drool off my dick
Abe Lincoln suites, lay eventually
Pinch me, I bought head from Monica
that hoodlum
Strong arm that the white
nigga frontin, knew he wouldn't
Flexible impact professional
We staked out all side vegetables
Prosperity rhymes,
and Asians
Let's blaze with the shine

Chorus(x2)

Raekwon: Yea up, that's right ha ha
Ya'll be 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 get technical for real
Let's play the game
It's jus a game of baseball
Ha me? Hey yo Santanna, yo
Bring that suitcase in kid
Let's count that, where it came
it came from? Rollin like ten at a time...