Luyện nghe bài hát 260

Yeah,
Yeah, miraculous the

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

Where's the cat from, he's from New Jerusalem
Rick 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 drive-through Kentucky Fried up his ack

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

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

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

Two hours later, scheamin' like Deniro in
Son better have more than Al Pacino
Keana tellin' no lies, last year she did a Sting and a half
And Tymeek bought her a

But anyway, yo, daddy O home, we need the nidow
When we get back, 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 hope one is empty
We walked in both of us looked terrorists
Masks on, second floor, Dunn yo, I handle

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

Ran to the back analyzin', disguisin'
Surprise we comin' and eyes were tranquilized
And buggin', her twin cousins at his nugget, fuck it
Meet Shottie slug body hobby

Where the drugs, where the ounces you be
cats announcin' on the block, you loungin'
Where the blow at, I ain't got shit, frontin'
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
here Valerie, you know the God he need a salary
Put down the here's two tickets to a coke gallery

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