Luyện nghe bài hát 26's

Peep it, it, oh my God!
Peep people fiendin (fiendin) to be seen as kings and leaning in their chromed out cars.
Ridin high, super fly, wood wheel, grasp it tight!
Lokomotive midnight strollin Georgia they glad its nyt.
Tippin glasses bright!
make the bak take flight,
Lay it down, raise it up, stunting gives them rights.
All this so they is tyt, idolatry for status right?
But they blind to the prison and the image that they living all this sin Adam's vice.
All of us we get this, get distorted views of yea!
in God's likeness but despite this, mankind is blemished yea!
So men chase the cars ridin' on sum fancy bars, all so they can get respect when cruisin' down the boulevard!
So I grabbed the mic in here, just to some light in here!
Flip, flip the scriptures a switch, to spark this hit, bring Christ in here!
Since men see who they should be,
Ama spit so they can see 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, twenty 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 Andre and his boy!
Got a SUV with the out feet and the seats is ostrich skin boy!
No that ain't a sin boy, but tell me where it though?
Coz that truck don't bring you luck and it sure ain't gon' 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 chrome brah, Jesus still don't yah!
U worship cold steel, and still your heart is coldah! (brrr)
Can't say we ain't told yah, we told yah we s'pposed tah!
Them rimz deserve that praise, but the 1 that does, hung 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, that'll hurt pride, your status stripped!
You thought your car could bless you like God?
But no, my is!
Idolatry, it bothers him, and wen they make some rims,
Your god gets so you change religions, like Madonna did!
Chorus:]

They hard, lyk oh God! And u make 'em say, 'Who dat?'
So you luk hard, lyk u God, all the while u really gatta clue that!
(thang) was made for the King of kings (true dat)
Thru the only name than every name, u don't get it, u might maybe wana hoove bak!
Yeah, am tell you Mayne!
Yeah, am warn you dawg!
You can play me to the left, like am 2 da right, get defensive, bt sin wil scorn u dawg!
Leave you marred in your vision, all scarred like insions, all marked lyk in prison, that all dawg!
Pretty soon therz an idle assuming the Lord's, like He's idle, but not, He's jus sawd off!
it comes (when it comes) to his glory man please believe me boy, he don't play dat!
This is more (more) than metaphorz, boy this is the truth, so baby boy, your faith at?
He be the only 1 who provides, let alone the only 1 who can save our lives!
Coz the of this earth 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) what it do (what it do) but whateva you do, don't them!
But if you (if you have) then repent right now, cry out to Him,
Commandment one demands none be placed above this God in here!