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 strollin Georgia they glad its nyt.
neon glasses bright!
Switches the bak take flight,
Lay it down, it up, stunting gives them bragging rights.
All this so swagg is tyt, idolatry for status right?
But they blind to the prison and the 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 cars 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 light in here!
Flip, the scriptures like a switch, to spark this hit, bring Christ in here!
Since men see who they should be,
Ama spit so can see outside of Christ you bound for life,
A to your idolatry!

Self proclaimed braggin' '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, 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 the chromed 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 ain't gon' pay your sins boy!
Gon' head, worship 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 still don't yah!
U that cold steel, and still your heart is coldah! (brrr)
Can't say we 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 up, on the block, so the girls 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 your pride, your stripped!
You your car could bless you like it's God?
But no, my is!
Idolatry, it bothers him, and wen they some hotter rims,
Your god rusty so you change religions, like Madonna did!
Chorus:]

They hard, lyk oh God! And u make 'em say, 'Who dat?'
So you luk hard, lyk u God, all the while u 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 wana hoove bak!
Yeah, am tryna you Mayne!
Yeah, am tryna 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 marked lyk in prison, that all dawg!
Pretty soon therz an idle assuming the Lord's, like He's idle, but He's not, He's jus off!
When it comes (when it comes) to his glory man please believe me boy, he play dat!
This is more (more) than metaphorz, boy this is the truth, so baby boy, your faith at?
He should be the only 1 who provides, let the only 1 who can save our lives!
Coz the thngz of this earth shoudn't be placed 1st ova Him the only1 who us His life!
But on the cool (on the cool) it ain't sin (it sin) if you ride rims (ride rims fly high)
it do (make it do) what it do (what it do) but whateva you do, don't idolize them!
But if you have (if you have) then right now, cry out to Him,
Commandment one that none be placed above this God in here!