Luyện nghe bài hát 100 Rounds

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

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

Aiyo your position
Verbal mike
lines like chimes in the kitchen
God should vega, straight up stomp that out
What, he everything, biting his nuts
We slang champions
Caught me in the outlet in
it out
Throwin thousand out
Swimsuit mammal get
flammable
Drop off in a boat lampable
Rear hittin a deer
Cuban Linx movin in the chair, he got a ear
No question all guerillas stand up
Whoever throw a hand up
Throw a up
Let's like
Con-nect both sides, big low rides, ga-lide
bump once
Yo Chef gonna throw ya'll free lunch
Hit the L twice, it once
Track be yelling like a
a swelling on a sore
Or rap Magellion on your jaw
I'm a freak,
Boating on the weekends, ten a
spray it like Clinique
Rich unique, bitch you
Contact Reek, we callin up
Yo he famous like Ali feet, yo
Rap Larry Davis with a
And dis you
You a student, wit a principal

Chorus(x2)
like ten at a time
Begin, revolves around a thin line
Go against this, mine
Lace you chase you
Let a rounds race you
Now you went from to a facial

Yo, ayo tree house
Yo, Fiendin fuck in a green house
Rush and cut, cream out
Blow out
Rare like in ears
bears
Skied up, all my deustch years
Coat for
and 39th all day
Got my chick rollin her Parle'
century max like jail penitentiary
Nikki gon' lynch me
What, flavored nikes
Benz 2000 the hype
Send my love out to white peeps
emblem, success, make a nigga tremble
Nine of us stand, nine
Filling out tax
Look live up in Guess
Bitches got love and
Yo, leather jacket,
Leather hat, it real mellow
New York state of mind, crime
Wild zoo of bitches, that's Staten
Yo we actin, Wud up we do crack thing captain
Still jackets
Mad
Out yo we cap shit, picture that mashin

Chorus(x2)

Yo,aiyo more reason
For a season, wud up jaw season
hall bleeding
Take money, that ?dun gottori? son
Dripped out in all bummy
Gain you out
Portrait of my mad shit
Now we things, the long gray shit
bitches in Barook
Cute big, fat bitches Luke
Lex you boots that switches
Flights Iraq
my hat out, and 'lax
Connecting with diplomat
Harlem hustle connect, Iceberg check
Rimmin well ice drool off my
Abe president suites, lay eventually
Pinch me, I bought head from Monica
that hoodlum
Strong arm that the white
Faggot nigga frontin, knew he
Flexible impact professional
We out eatin all side vegetables
rhymes, lines
Casians and
blaze niggas with the shine

Chorus(x2)

Raekwon: Yea word up, 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 right here
the 2 with the 3 zeros, here me?
It's get technical for real
Let's play the right
It's jus a game of baseball
Ha me? Hey yo Santanna, yo
Bring suitcase in here kid
Let's count that, where it from?
Where it came Rollin like ten at a time...