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!
midnight strollin through Georgia they glad its nyt.
Tippin glasses bright!
Switches the bak take flight,
Lay it down, it up, stunting gives them bragging rights.
All this so swagg is tyt, idolatry for status right?
But they blind to the prison and the image that they living all this sin from vice.
All of us we get this, get views 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 down the boulevard!
So I grabbed the mic in here, just to bring light in here!
Flip, flip the scriptures a switch, to spark this hit, bring Christ in here!
men cant see who they should be,
Ama spit so can see outside of Christ you bound for life,
A slave to idolatry!

Self kings braggin' 'coz they chromes,
(Singing: ridin' 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, 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 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 enuf ain't pay your sins boy!
head, worship that tin toy, in the end watch it cramble like 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 chrome brah, Jesus still know yah!
U worship that steel, and still your heart is coldah! (brrr)
say we ain't told yah, we told yah like we s'pposed tah!
Them don't deserve that praise, but the 1 that does, hung like a posta!
U post up, on the block, so the girls they flock, they 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 your 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 so you change religions, like Madonna did!
[Repeat

They look hard, lyk oh God! And u make 'em say, dat?'
So you luk hard, lyk u God, all the while u really gatta clue that!
E-ve-rythang (thang) was for the King of kings (true dat)
Thru the only name higher than name, u don't get it, u might maybe wana hoove bak!
Yeah, am tryna you Mayne!
Yeah, am tryna you dawg!
You can play me to the left, like am dribblin 2 da right, get defensive, bt sin wil u dawg!
you marred in your vision, all scarred 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 comes (when it comes) to his glory man please believe me boy, he play dat!
This is more (more) than metaphorz, boy this is the truth, so baby boy, where 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 ain't sin) if you rims (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) then repent now, cry out to Him,
Commandment one demands that none be placed this God in here!