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, drive a Burgundy whip
Keep it low, faded licenses plates and plate

Where's the cat from, think from New Jerusalem
Rick 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 know the law now
It's 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 Fried up his ack

We got to get him Dunn, aliens is snatchin' our
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 Ishmael to Slope

There go the the dreads yo, swindle two of that stuff
That get you crashed out had you 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 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' Deniro in Casino
Son better have more coke than Al
Keana tellin' no lies, last year she did a Sting and a half
And Tymeek bought her a

But anyway, yo, O home, we need the shotties nidow
we get back, throw you a bit out
Later night, stay mesmerized yo
Go get the green 5, 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
Masks on, second floor, Dunn yo, I this

Kick in the crib, the whole shit looked
Natural, fuckin' a white bitch,
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 cousins at his nugget, fuck it
Meet Shottie Waddy slug body

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 in his mouth, money'll start stuntin'

Bitch, that bit, before I push your wig back
Chef wavin' that, show him where the paper at
Come here Valerie, you 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 kept squealin'
Only found a block of cheese from New Zealand
Oh shit, yo, yo where that at yo?
Yo Chef, where that shit?