Luyện nghe bài hát 26's

Peep it, it, oh my God!
these people fiendin (fiendin) to be seen 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 neon bright!
Switches make the bak flight,
Lay it down, it up, stunting gives them bragging 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 God's likeness but despite this, mankind is yea!
So men chase the fancy cars on sum fancy bars, all so they can get respect when cruisin' down the boulevard!
So I grabbed the mic in here, to bring some light in here!
Flip, flip the scriptures like a switch, to spark this hit, bring in here!
Since men see who they should be,
Ama so they can see outside of Christ you bound for life,
A to your idolatry!

Self proclaimed 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)
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 though?
Coz that truck don't bring you luck and it sure enuf ain't gon' pay sins boy!
Gon' head, worship that tin toy, in the end watch it 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 brah, Jesus 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 don't deserve that praise, but the 1 does, hung like a posta!
U post up, on the block, so the they flock, when they see you ridin' by,
The boys 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 your car could bless you it's God?
But no, my is!
Idolatry, it bothers him, and wen they make some rims,
Your god gets rusty so you religions, like Madonna did!
Chorus:]

They look hard, lyk oh God! And u make 'em say, 'Who
So you luk hard, lyk u God, all the u aint really gatta 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 tell you Mayne!
Yeah, am tryna you dawg!
You can me to the left, like am dribblin 2 da right, get defensive, bt sin wil scorn u dawg!
Leave you marred in your vision, all scarred like insions, all marked lyk in prison, ain't all dawg!
Pretty soon an idle 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 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 sin) if you ride 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 (if you have) then repent right now, cry out to Him,
Commandment one demands that be placed above this God in here!