Luyện nghe bài hát 260

Yeah,
Yeah, miraculous the

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

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

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

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

There go the the dreads yo, swindle two bags of that
get you crashed out had you laid out like bums
Peace Keana, up with your girlfriend Wanda
She drive a green Honda with legs like Fonda

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

Two hours later, scheamin' like in Casino
Son better more coke than Al Pacino
Keana ain't tellin' no lies, last she did a Sting and a half
And Tymeek bought her a

But anyway, yo, daddy O home, we the shotties nidow
we get back, throw you a bit out
Later that night, stay yo
Go get the green 5, you on the corner of Marriot

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

Kick in the crib, the whole shit graphical
Natural, a white bitch, actual
Fiends chantin', "Do your thing chef, it"
I shot him in the neck, it ricocheted and hit

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

Where the drugs, the ounces you be bouncin'
cats announcin' on the block, you loungin'
Where the blow at, I ain't got shit, stop
Yo chef, throw the joint in his mouth, start stuntin'

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

in the kitchen in the ceilin' baby girl kept squealin'
Only found a block of cheese from New Zealand
Oh shit, yo, yo that shit at yo?
Yo Chef, that shit? What?