Luyện nghe bài hát 26's

Peep it, it, oh my God!
these people fiendin (fiendin) to be seen as kings and leaning in their chromed out cars.
Ridin high, super fly, wheel, they grasp it tight!
Lokomotive strollin through Georgia they glad its nyt.
neon glasses bright!
Switches the bak take flight,
Lay it down, raise it up, gives them bragging rights.
All this so they swagg is tyt, idolatry for status
But they blind to the and the image that they living all this sin from Adam's vice.
All of us we get this, get distorted of image yea!
Made in God's likeness but despite this, is blemished yea!
So men chase the fancy ridin' on sum fancy bars, all so they can get respect when cruisin' down the boulevard!
So I the mic in here, just to bring some light in here!
Flip, flip the like a switch, to spark this hit, bring Christ in here!
Since men see who they should be,
Ama so they can see outside of Christ you bound for life,
A slave to idolatry!

Self proclaimed kings 'coz they chromes,
(Singing: ridin' on chrome, on chrome, on chrome)
But 26 inches is a low throne.
(Singing: a low throne, low throne, low throne)
Twenty six inches, inch, inches/ six inches, inch, inches/ Twenty six inches, is a pretty low throne!
(Singing: on chrome, on chrome, on chrome)
Twenty six inches, inch, twenty six inches, inch, inches/ Twenty six inches, is a pretty low throne!
(Singing: low throne, low throne, low throne)

I see you ridin big boy, like and his friend boy!
Got a SUV with the chromed out feet and the is ostrich skin boy!
No that ain't a sin boy, but me where it ends though?
Coz that truck don't bring you luck and it sure enuf ain't pay your sins boy!
Gon' head, that tin toy, in the end watch it cramble like a tin foil.
Is that you really wanna live 4? Do you read me dawg? Is that 10 to 4?
You spent 10 to 4, On your brah, Jesus still don't know yah!
U worship cold steel, and still your heart is coldah! (brrr)
Can't say we ain't told yah, we yah like we s'pposed tah!
Them rimz don't deserve that praise, but the 1 that does, like a posta!
U post up, on the block, so the girls they flock, when see you ridin' by,
The they see you ridin' high, you the one that they admire!
Now if you get jacked, you crush that whip, hurt your pride, your status stripped!
You thought your car could bless you it's God?
But no, my is!
Idolatry, it bothers him, and wen make some hotter rims,
Your god gets rusty so you religions, like Madonna did!
[Repeat

They look hard, lyk oh God! And u 'em say, 'Who dat?'
So you luk hard, lyk u God, all the while u aint really clue that!
E-ve-rythang (thang) was for the King of kings (true dat)
Thru the only name higher than every name, u don't get it, u might wana hoove bak!
Yeah, am tell you Mayne!
Yeah, am tryna you dawg!
You can me to the left, like am dribblin 2 da right, get defensive, bt sin wil scorn u dawg!
Leave you marred in your vision, all like insions, all marked lyk in prison, that ain't all dawg!
soon therz an idle assuming the Lord's, like He's idle, but He's not, He's jus sawd off!
When it comes (when it comes) to his glory man please believe me boy, he don't dat!
This is more (more) than metaphorz, boy is the truth, so baby boy, where your faith at?
He should be the only 1 who provides, let alone the 1 who can save our lives!
Coz the thngz of this shoudn't be placed 1st ova Him the only1 who gave us His life!
But on the cool (on the cool) it ain't sin (it ain't sin) if you ride (ride rims fly high)
Make it do (make it do) it do (what it do) but whateva you do, don't idolize them!
But if you have (if you have) repent right now, cry out to Him,
Commandment one that none be placed above this God in here!