Luyện nghe bài hát 260

Yeah,
Yeah, the arsonists

Yo, down the door on the spot, 260
2L, I they had O's for sale
I heard the same shit, money drive a Burgundy
Keep it low, licenses 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
sun, jungle, physical, you know the God
He go with Tim, the one who called of God

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

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

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

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

Two hours later, scheamin' Deniro in Casino
Son better have more coke Al Pacino
Keana ain't tellin' no lies, last year she did a Sting and a
And bought her a aircraft

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 5, meet you on the corner of Marriot

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

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

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

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

Bitch, show that bit, before I push your wig
stop wavin' that, show him where the paper at
Come here Valerie, you the God he need a salary
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 where that at yo?
Yo Chef, where that What?