Luyện nghe bài hát 260

Yeah,
Yeah, the arsonists

Yo, down the door on the spot, 260
2L, I heard had O's for sale
I heard the same shit, drive a Burgundy whip
Keep it low, licenses plates and great plate

Where's the cat from, think he's from New
Pretty did his thing for him, but he was using him
sun, jungle, physical, you know the God
He go with Tim, the one who lover of God

Y.E.quality S.Elf, I know the law now
It's time to get the God you and blow mines
But on the low I heard he got born sin
Back in a Kentucky Fried shot up his ack

We got to get him Dunn, is snatchin' our bread
U.F.O.'s movin' in bigger plans than fed, yo
on daddy O's door get the scope
He's not home, he took Ishmael to Slope

There go the the yo, swindle two bags of that stuff
That get you out had you laid out like bums
Keana, what's up with your girlfriend Wanda
She drive a green Honda with legs like Jane

I left her, she took Rashean to Pathmark then
Jetted to canal to get her man some
She said, "Be in ninety minutes, Ghostface God forbid"
She say, "Peace to W, watchin' the kids?"

Two hours later, like Deniro in Casino
Son better have more than Al Pacino
Keana ain't tellin' no lies, last year she did a and a half
And Tymeek her a aircraft

But anyway, yo, daddy O home, we need the nidow
When we get back, you a bit out
Later night, stay mesmerized yo
Go get the green 5, meet you on the of Marriot

You ready, you got the E and J and The
We goin' upstairs, I hope one is empty
We in both of us looked like terrorists
Masks on, second floor, Dunn yo, I this

Kick in the crib, the shit looked graphical
Natural, fuckin' a white bitch,
chantin', "Do your thing chef, handle it"
I him in the neck, it ricocheted and hit Carolyn

Ran to the analyzin', much disguisin'
Surprise we comin' and their were tranquilized
And buggin', throwin' her twin cousins at his nugget, it
Meet Waddy slug body hobby

Where the drugs, the ounces you be bouncin'
cats announcin' on the block, you loungin'
Where the blow at, I got shit, stop frontin'
Yo chef, throw the joint in his mouth, money'll stuntin'

Bitch, show that bit, before I push wig back
Chef stop that, show him where the paper at
here Valerie, you know the God he need a salary
Put down the pipe here's two tickets to a gallery

It's in the in the ceilin' baby girl kept squealin'
Only found a white block of from New Zealand
Oh shit, yo, yo where shit at yo?
Yo Chef, where shit? What?