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, super fly, wheel, they grasp it tight!
Lokomotive 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 they swagg is tyt, idolatry for 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 of image yea!
Made in God's but despite this, mankind is blemished yea!
So men chase the fancy cars ridin' on sum fancy bars, all so they can get when cruisin' down the boulevard!
So I grabbed the mic in here, just to some 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 so they can see outside of Christ you bound for life,
A to your idolatry!

Self proclaimed kings '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)
six inches, inch, inches/ twenty six inches, inch, inches/ Twenty 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 out feet and the seats is ostrich skin boy!
No that ain't a sin boy, but me where it ends though?
Coz that truck don't you luck and it sure enuf ain't gon' pay your sins boy!
head, worship that tin toy, in the end watch it cramble like a tin foil.
Is that you really wanna live 4? Do you read me dawg? Is that 10 to 4?
You 10 to 4, On your chrome brah, Jesus still don't know yah!
U worship that cold steel, and your heart is coldah! (brrr)
Can't say we ain't 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 girls they flock, when see you ridin' by,
The boys they see you high, you the one that they admire!
Now if you get jacked, you crush that whip, hurt your pride, your status stripped!
You thought your car could you like it's God?
But no, my is!
Idolatry, it bothers him, and wen they make hotter rims,
Your god gets so you change religions, like Madonna did!
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They look hard, lyk oh God! And u 'em say, 'Who dat?'
So you luk hard, lyk u God, all the while u really gatta clue that!
E-ve-rythang (thang) was made for the King of (true dat)
Thru the 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!
you marred in your vision, all scarred like insions, all marked lyk in prison, that ain't all dawg!
Pretty soon therz an 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!
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 only 1 who can our lives!
Coz the of this earth shoudn't be placed 1st ova Him the only1 who gave us His life!
But on the (on the cool) it ain't sin (it ain't 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, don't them!
But if you have (if you have) repent right now, cry out to Him,
one demands that none be placed above this God in here!