Luyện nghe bài hát 26's

Peep it, it, oh my God!
Peep these people fiendin (fiendin) to be seen as and leaning in their chromed out cars.
Ridin high, super fly, wood wheel, grasp it tight!
Lokomotive midnight through Georgia they glad its nyt.
neon glasses bright!
Switches the bak take flight,
Lay it down, raise it up, gives them bragging rights.
All this so they swagg is tyt, for status right?
But they blind to the prison and the image that they all this sin from Adam's vice.
All of us we get this, get distorted views of yea!
in God's 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 the mic in here, just to bring some light in here!
Flip, flip the scriptures like a switch, to spark hit, bring Christ in here!
Since men see who they should be,
Ama so they can see outside of Christ you bound 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/ six inches, is a pretty low throne!
(Singing: on chrome, on chrome, on chrome)
Twenty six inches, inch, inches/ twenty six inches, inch, inches/ Twenty six inches, is a 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 out feet and the seats is ostrich skin 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 enuf ain't gon' pay your boy!
Gon' head, that tin toy, in the end watch it cramble like a tin foil.
Is that what you really wanna live 4? Do you me dawg? Is that 10 to 4?
You spent 10 to 4, On your chrome brah, Jesus don't know yah!
U worship that cold steel, and still your is coldah! (brrr)
Can't say we ain't told yah, we yah like we s'pposed tah!
rimz 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, when 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 thought car could bless you like it's God?
But no, my is!
Idolatry, it him, and wen they make some hotter rims,
Your god gets so you change religions, like Madonna did!
Chorus:]

They look hard, lyk oh God! And u 'em say, 'Who dat?'
So you luk hard, lyk u God, all the while u aint really clue that!
E-ve-rythang (thang) was for the King of kings (true dat)
Thru the only name higher than every name, u don't get it, u might maybe wana 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 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!
it comes (when it comes) to his glory man please believe me boy, he don't play dat!
This is (more) than 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 this earth 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, idolize them!
But if you have (if you have) then right now, cry out to Him,
Commandment one demands that be placed above this God in here!