Luyện nghe bài hát 26's

Peep it, it, oh my God!
Peep these people fiendin (fiendin) to be seen as kings and in their chromed out cars.
Ridin high, super fly, wood wheel, they it tight!
Lokomotive midnight strollin through Georgia glad its nyt.
neon glasses bright!
Switches make the bak 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 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 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 like a switch, to this hit, bring Christ in here!
Since men see who they should be,
Ama spit so they can see outside of Christ you for life,
A to your idolatry!

Self kings 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)
six inches, inch, inches/ twenty six inches, inch, inches/ Twenty six inches, is a pretty low throne!
(Singing: on chrome, on chrome, on chrome)
Twenty six inches, inch, inches/ twenty six inches, inch, 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 you luck and it sure enuf ain't gon' pay your sins boy!
Gon' head, worship that tin toy, in the end watch it cramble a tin foil.
Is that what you really wanna live 4? Do you read me dawg? Is 10 to 4?
You spent 10 to 4, On your chrome brah, still don't know yah!
U worship that cold steel, and still heart is coldah! (brrr)
Can't say we ain't yah, we told yah like we s'pposed tah!
Them 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 boys they see you ridin' high, you the one they admire!
Now if you get jacked, you that whip, that'll hurt your pride, your status stripped!
You your car could bless you like it's God?
But no, my is!
Idolatry, it bothers him, and wen they make some rims,
Your god gets rusty so you change religions, like did!
[Repeat

They look hard, lyk oh God! And u make 'em say, dat?'
So you luk hard, lyk u God, all the u aint really gatta clue that!
E-ve-rythang (thang) was made for the of kings (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 me to the left, like am dribblin 2 da right, get defensive, bt sin wil scorn u dawg!
Leave you marred in vision, all scarred like insions, all marked lyk in prison, that ain't all dawg!
Pretty therz 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 glory man please believe me boy, he play dat!
This is more (more) than metaphorz, boy this is the truth, so baby boy, where 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 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 ride rims (ride 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) then right now, cry out to Him,
Commandment one demands that be placed above this God in here!