Luyện nghe bài hát 100 Rounds

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

Raekwon: Niggas I can't sell five 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, flick it up all day nigga,
Ya'll know my work, this is raw

Aiyo your position
mike physician
Blow lines like chimes in the
God should vega, straight up stomp fake out
What, he biting everything, his nuts
We slang champions
Caught me in the outlet in
it out
Throwin thousand out
mammal get high
Float
Drop off in a Benz boat
Rear like hittin a
Playin Cuban Linx in the chair, he got a ear
No question all guerillas stand up
Whoever throw a hand up
a grand up
Let's like
Con-nect both sides, big shit low rides,
Everybody once
Yo Chef throw ya'll niggas free lunch
Hit the L twice, it once
Track be like a whore
Like a on a sore
Or this rap on your jaw
I'm a freak,
Boating on the weekends, ten a
spray it like Clinique
Rich unique, you weak
Contact Reek, we up Leek
Yo he famous like Ali feet, yo
Rap Larry with a pistol
And dis you
You a student, wit a principal

Chorus(x2)
like ten at a time
Begin, love revolves 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 house
Yo, Fiendin like fuck in a house
Rush and cut, cream out
steam out
Rare like in ears
Goose
Skied up, loving all my years
Coat for
Hundred and all day
Got my chick call her Parle'
century max like jail penitentiary
Nikki gon' lynch me
What, fruit flavored
Benz the hype piece
Send half my love out to peeps
emblem, success, make a nigga tremble
Nine of us stand, resemble
Filling out tax
Look live up in Guess
got love and support
Yo, leather jacket,
Leather hat, mack it real
New York of mind, crime Othello
Wild zoo of bitches, burrow that's
Yo we actin, Wud up we do that crack captain
Still camaflouge
Mad
Out yo we cap shit, picture nigga mashin

Chorus(x2)

Yo,aiyo more reason
For a season, wud up shortie jaw
hall bleeding
Take money, remember that gottori? son
out in Bahamas all bummy
you out patriot
Portrait of my love mad
Now we with things, the long gray
Luke bitches in
Cute big, fat with Luke
Lex you boots that switches
Flights Iraq
Ironing my hat out, and
with diplomat cats
Harlem connect, Iceberg varsity check
Rimmin well ice drool off my
Abe president suites, lay eventually
Pinch me, I bought head from Lewinsky
Arrest hoodlum
Strong arm that the white
nigga frontin, knew he wouldn't
Flexible impact rhymin
We out eatin all side vegetables
rhymes, lines
Casians and
Let's niggas with the shine

Chorus(x2)

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