Luyện nghe bài hát 260

Yeah,
Yeah, the arsonists

Yo, kicked the door on the spot, 260
2L, I they 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, he's from New Jerusalem
Pretty Rick did his thing for him, but he was him
Power sun, jungle, physical, you the God
He go with Tim, the one who lover of God

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

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

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

I left her, she took Rashean to Pathmark 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, like Deniro in Casino
Son better have more than Al Pacino
ain't 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
we get back, throw you a bit out
Later night, stay mesmerized yo
Go get the 5, meet you on the corner of Marriot

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

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

Ran to the back analyzin', disguisin'
Surprise we and their eyes 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'
Fake announcin' on the block, you loungin'
Where the blow at, I ain't got shit, frontin'
Yo chef, the joint in his mouth, money'll start stuntin'

Bitch, that bit, before 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 pipe two tickets to a coke gallery

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