Luyện nghe bài hát 26's

Peep it, it, oh my God!
Peep these people fiendin (fiendin) to be as kings and leaning in their chromed out cars.
Ridin high, fly, wood wheel, they grasp it tight!
Lokomotive midnight strollin Georgia they glad its nyt.
neon glasses bright!
Switches the bak take flight,
Lay it down, raise it up, stunting them bragging rights.
All this so they swagg is tyt, for status right?
But they blind to the prison and the image that they living all 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 the fancy cars 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 scriptures like a switch, to spark this hit, bring in here!
men cant see who they should be,
Ama so they can see outside of Christ you bound for life,
A to your idolatry!

Self kings braggin' 'coz they chromes,
(Singing: they 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/ twenty six inches, inch, inches/ Twenty six inches, is a low throne!
(Singing: on chrome, on chrome, on chrome)
Twenty six inches, inch, inches/ twenty six inches, inch, inches/ Twenty six inches, is a low throne!
(Singing: low throne, low throne, low throne)

I see you ridin big boy, Andre 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 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, worship that tin toy, in the end watch it cramble a tin foil.
Is what 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 that cold steel, and your heart is coldah! (brrr)
Can't say we told yah, we told yah like we s'pposed tah!
Them rimz don't deserve that praise, but the 1 that does, hung a posta!
U post up, on the block, so the girls they flock, when they see you by,
The boys they see you 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 it's
But no, my is!
Idolatry, it bothers him, and wen they make hotter rims,
Your god gets rusty so you 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 u aint really gatta clue that!
E-ve-rythang (thang) was made for the King of (true dat)
Thru the only higher than every name, u don't get it, u might maybe wana hoove bak!
Yeah, am tryna you Mayne!
Yeah, am warn you dawg!
You can play me to the left, like am dribblin 2 da right, get defensive, bt sin wil u dawg!
Leave you marred in vision, all scarred like insions, all marked lyk in prison, that ain't all dawg!
Pretty 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) metaphorz, boy this 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 earth shoudn't be 1st ova Him the only1 who gave us His life!
But on the cool (on the cool) it ain't sin (it sin) if you ride rims (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 that none be placed this God in here!