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, super fly, wood wheel, they it tight!
Lokomotive strollin through Georgia they glad its nyt.
Tippin neon bright!
Switches the bak take flight,
Lay it down, raise it up, stunting gives them rights.
All so they swagg is tyt, idolatry for status right?
But blind to the prison and the image that they living all this sin from Adam's vice.
All of us we get this, get distorted views of yea!
Made in likeness but despite this, mankind is blemished yea!
So men chase the fancy 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 bring some in here!
Flip, flip the scriptures like a switch, to spark this hit, bring 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 proclaimed kings braggin' 'coz 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, 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, Twenty six inches, is a pretty 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 seats is 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 gon' pay 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, 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 like we 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 flock, when they see you ridin' by,
The boys they see you ridin' high, you the one they 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 make 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 only name higher than every name, u don't get it, u 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 lyk in prison, that ain't all dawg!
Pretty soon therz an idle assuming the Lord's, like He's idle, but He's not, jus sawd off!
When it comes (when it comes) to his man please believe me boy, he don't play 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 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 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, idolize them!
But if you (if you have) then repent right now, cry out to Him,
Commandment one demands that none be placed above God in here!