Luyện nghe bài hát 100 Rounds

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

Raekwon: Niggas think I can't sell million?
Ya'll is mad
must 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
Ya'll know my work, this is raw

Aiyo slash position
Verbal physician
lines like chimes in the kitchen
God should vega, straight up stomp that out
What, he everything, biting his nuts
We slang champions
me in the outlet in Hamptons
it out
Throwin four out
Swimsuit get high
flammable
Drop off in a Benz 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 low rides, ga-lide
Everybody once
Yo Chef gonna throw ya'll free lunch
Hit the L twice, need it
Track be yelling a whore
a swelling on a sore
Or this rap on your jaw
I'm a freak,
on the weekends, ten a week
Flows spray it Clinique
Rich unique, bitch you
Reek, we callin up Leek
Yo he like Ali feet, yo mystical
Rap Larry with a pistol
And dis you
You a student, fuckin wit a

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

Yo, ayo tree house
Yo, Fiendin like in a green house
Rush and cut, chain out
Blow out
Rare like guccis in
bears
Skied up, loving all my years
for broadway
Hundred and all day
Got my rollin call her Parle'
20th century max jail penitentiary
Nikki Barnes gon' me
What, fruit flavored
Benz the hype piece
half my love out to white peeps
Wu-Tang emblem, success, make a nigga
of us stand, nine resemble
Filling out tax
Look live up in Guess
got love and support
Yo, jacket, yellow
Leather hat, mack it mellow
New York of mind, crime Othello
zoo of bitches, burrow that's Staten
Yo we actin, Wud up we do that thing captain
camaflouge jackets
Mad
Out yo we cap shit, picture that mashin

Chorus(x2)

Yo,aiyo blowin reason
For a season, wud up shortie jaw
Baltimore bleeding
Take money, that ?dun gottori? son
Dripped out in Bahamas all
Gain you out
Portrait of my mad shit
Now we with things, the gray shit
Luke in Barook
Cute big, fat bitches with
Lex you need that switches
over Iraq
Ironing my hat out, and
Connecting diplomat cats
Harlem connect, Iceberg varsity check
Rimmin well ice off my dick
Abe president suites, lay eventually
Pinch me, I bought head from Monica
that hoodlum
Strong arm the white gooden
Faggot nigga frontin, knew he
Flexible impact rhymin
We staked out eatin all side
rhymes, lines
Casians and
Let's blaze niggas with the

Chorus(x2)

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