Luyện nghe bài hát 26's

Peep it, it, oh my God!
Peep these people fiendin (fiendin) to be seen as kings and leaning in their out cars.
Ridin high, fly, wood wheel, they grasp it tight!
Lokomotive midnight strollin Georgia they glad its nyt.
Tippin glasses bright!
Switches make the bak flight,
Lay it down, raise it up, gives 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 this sin Adam's vice.
All of us we get this, get views of image yea!
Made in God's 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 like a switch, to spark this hit, Christ in here!
Since men cant see who should be,
Ama spit so they can see outside of Christ you for life,
A slave to 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, twenty six inches, inch, inches/ Twenty six inches, is a pretty 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, like and his friend boy!
Got a SUV the chromed out feet and the seats is ostrich skin boy!
No that a sin boy, but tell me where it ends though?
Coz that truck don't bring you luck and it sure enuf ain't gon' pay your boy!
head, worship that tin toy, in the end watch it cramble like a tin foil.
Is that what you really wanna 4? Do you read me dawg? Is that 10 to 4?
You spent 10 to 4, On your chrome brah, still don't know yah!
U worship that cold steel, and still your is coldah! (brrr)
Can't say we ain't told yah, we told yah we s'pposed tah!
Them rimz don't deserve that praise, but the 1 does, hung like a posta!
U post up, on the block, so the girls they flock, they see you ridin' by,
The boys they see you ridin' high, you the one that admire!
Now if you get jacked, you crush that whip, that'll hurt pride, your status stripped!
You thought your car bless you like it's God?
But no, my is!
Idolatry, it bothers him, and wen they some hotter rims,
god gets rusty so you change religions, like Madonna did!
[Repeat

They look hard, lyk oh God! And u make 'em say, 'Who
So you luk hard, lyk u God, all the while u aint gatta clue that!
E-ve-rythang (thang) was made for the of kings (true dat)
Thru the name higher 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 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!
Pretty soon therz an idle the Lord's, like He's idle, but He's not, He's jus sawd off!
When it (when it comes) to his glory man please believe me boy, he don't play dat!
is more (more) than metaphorz, boy this is the truth, so baby boy, where your faith at?
He should be the only 1 who provides, let alone the only 1 who can our lives!
Coz the thngz of this earth shoudn't be placed 1st ova Him the only1 who us His life!
But on the cool (on the cool) it ain't sin (it ain't sin) if you ride rims (ride fly high)
Make it do (make it do) what it do (what it do) but whateva you do, idolize them!
But if you have (if you have) repent right now, cry out to Him,
Commandment one demands none be placed above this God in here!