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, grasp it tight!
Lokomotive midnight through Georgia they glad its nyt.
Tippin glasses bright!
make the bak take flight,
Lay it down, raise it up, stunting gives them rights.
All this so they is tyt, idolatry for status 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 views of image yea!
in God's likeness but despite this, mankind is blemished yea!
So men chase the fancy cars ridin' on sum 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 this hit, bring Christ in here!
Since men cant see who should be,
Ama spit so they can see outside of Christ you for life,
A to your idolatry!

Self proclaimed kings 'coz they chromes,
(Singing: they on chrome, on chrome, on chrome)
But 26 is a pretty low throne.
(Singing: a low throne, low throne, low throne)
Twenty six inches, inch, inches/ twenty six inches, inch, inches/ six inches, is a pretty low throne!
(Singing: on chrome, on chrome, on chrome)
Twenty six inches, inch, inches/ 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, Andre and his friend boy!
Got a SUV with the chromed out feet and the seats is ostrich boy!
No that ain't a sin boy, but tell me where it ends
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 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 your is coldah! (brrr)
say we ain't told yah, we told yah like we s'pposed tah!
Them rimz deserve that praise, but the 1 that does, hung like a posta!
U post up, on the block, so the they flock, when 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 could bless you like God?
But no, my is!
Idolatry, it bothers him, and wen they make hotter rims,
Your god rusty so you change religions, like Madonna did!
Chorus:]

They look hard, lyk oh God! And u make 'em say, dat?'
So you luk hard, lyk u God, all the while u aint really gatta that!
E-ve-rythang (thang) was for the King of kings (true dat)
the only name higher than every 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, am dribblin 2 da right, get defensive, bt sin wil scorn u dawg!
Leave you in your vision, all scarred like insions, all marked 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 (when it comes) to his glory man please believe me boy, he don't play dat!
This is more (more) than metaphorz, boy this is the truth, so baby boy, where your at?
He should be the only 1 who provides, let alone the only 1 who can our lives!
Coz the thngz of this 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 you do, don't idolize them!
But if you (if you have) then repent right now, cry out to Him,
Commandment one that none be placed above this God in here!