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 chromed out cars.
Ridin high, super fly, wood wheel, grasp it tight!
Lokomotive midnight through Georgia they glad its nyt.
Tippin neon bright!
make the bak take flight,
Lay it down, raise it up, stunting them bragging rights.
All this so they swagg is tyt, idolatry for right?
But they blind to the prison and the image that 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 this, mankind is blemished yea!
So men chase the fancy cars ridin' on sum fancy bars, all so they can get respect when cruisin' the boulevard!
So I grabbed the mic in here, just to bring some in here!
Flip, flip the scriptures like a switch, to spark this hit, bring in here!
men cant see who they should be,
Ama spit so can see outside of Christ you bound for life,
A to your idolatry!

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

I see you big boy, like Andre and his friend boy!
Got a SUV with the chromed out feet and the is ostrich skin boy!
No ain't 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!
Gon' head, worship that tin toy, in the end watch it like a tin foil.
Is that what you really live 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 heart 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, when they see you by,
The boys 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 car could bless you like it's God?
But no, my is!
Idolatry, it bothers him, and wen they make some rims,
Your god gets rusty so you change religions, Madonna did!
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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!
(thang) was made for the King of kings (true dat)
Thru the only name higher than every name, u get it, u might maybe 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 vision, all scarred like insions, all marked lyk in prison, that ain't all dawg!
Pretty soon 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 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 1 who provides, let alone the only 1 who can save our lives!
Coz the thngz of 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 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 have (if you have) then repent now, cry out to Him,
Commandment one demands that none be above this God in here!