Luyện nghe bài hát 260

Yeah,
Yeah, the arsonists

Yo, down the door on the spot, 260
2L, I heard they had O's for
I heard the shit, money drive a Burgundy 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 with Tim, the one who called of God

Y.E.quality S.Elf, I the natural law now
It's time to get the God you and blow like
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 with bigger than fed, yo
Knock on O's door get the scope
He's not home, he Ishmael to Park Slope

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

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

Two hours later, scheamin' like Deniro in
Son better have coke than 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 need the nidow
we get back, throw you a bit out
Later that night, mesmerized yo
Go get the green 5, meet you on the corner of

You ready, you got the E and J and The
We upstairs, I hope 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 looked
Natural, fuckin' a bitch, actual
Fiends chantin', "Do your thing chef, it"
I him in the neck, it ricocheted and hit Carolyn

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

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 joint in his mouth, money'll start

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

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