Luyện nghe bài hát 100 Rounds

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

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

Aiyo slash position
Verbal mike
Blow lines like in the kitchen
God should vega, straight up that fake out
What, he everything, biting his nuts
We slang like
Caught me in the outlet in
it out
Throwin four out
Swimsuit mammal get
Float
Drop off in a boat lampable
Rear like a deer
Cuban Linx movin in the chair, he got a ear
No question all brolic guerillas up
Whoever large a hand up
a grand up
Let's like
both sides, big shit low rides, ga-lide
Everybody bump
Yo Chef throw ya'll niggas free lunch
Hit the L twice, need it
Track be like a whore
a swelling on a sore
Or rap Magellion on your jaw
I'm a freak,
Boating on the weekends, ten a
Flows it like Clinique
Rich unique, bitch you
Contact Reek, we up Leek
Yo he famous Ali feet, yo mystical
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 this, send mine
Lace you you down
Let a hundred rounds you
Now you went brolic to a facial

Yo, ayo glass tree
Yo, Fiendin like fuck in a house
Rush and cut, chain out
Blow out
Rare guccis in ears
bears
Skied up, loving all my years
Coat for
and 39th all day
Got my chick call her Parle'
20th century max jail penitentiary
Barnes gon' lynch me
What, flavored nikes
Benz the hype piece
Send half my out to white peeps
Wu-Tang emblem, success, make a tremble
Nine of us stand, resemble
Filling out tax
Look up in Guess shorts
Bitches got love and
Yo, jacket, yellow
hat, mack it real mellow
New York of mind, crime Othello
Wild zoo of bitches, that's Staten
Yo we actin, Wud up we do that crack thing
Still jackets
Mad
Out yo we cap shit, picture nigga mashin

Chorus(x2)

Yo,aiyo more reason
For a season, wud up jaw season
Baltimore bleeding
money, remember that ?dun gottori? son
Dripped out in all bummy
you out patriot
Portrait of my mad shit
Now we with things, the long gray
Luke in Barook
Cute big, fat with Luke
Lex you need boots switches
Flights Iraq
Ironing my hat out, and
with diplomat cats
Harlem hustle connect, Iceberg varsity
Rimmin well ice drool off my
Abe president suites, lay eventually
Pinch me, I head from Monica Lewinsky
Arrest hoodlum
Strong arm that the white
Faggot frontin, knew he wouldn't
Flexible impact rhymin
We staked out eatin all vegetables
Prosperity rhymes,
and Asians
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 year right
It's the 2 with the 3 zeros, me?
gonna get technical for real
Let's play the right
It's jus a friendly of baseball
Ha me? Hey yo Santanna, yo
Bring suitcase in here kid
count that, where it came from?
Where it came from? Rollin ten at a time...