Luyện nghe bài hát 260

Yeah,
Yeah, miraculous the

Yo, kicked the door on the spot, 260
2L, I heard had O's for sale
I heard the same shit, money a Burgundy whip
Keep it low, faded plates and great plate

Where's the cat from, he's from New Jerusalem
Pretty Rick did his for him, but he was using him
sun, jungle, physical, you know the God
He go Tim, the one who called lover 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 he got born original sin
Back in a Kentucky Fried shot up his ack

We got to get him Dunn, aliens is snatchin' our
U.F.O.'s movin' in with bigger plans 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, two bags of that stuff
That get you crashed out had you laid out like
Peace Keana, what's up with your Wanda
She drive a green Honda with legs Jane Fonda

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

Two hours later, like Deniro in Casino
Son better more coke than Al Pacino
Keana ain't no lies, last year she did a Sting and a half
And Tymeek her a aircraft

But anyway, yo, O home, we need the shotties nidow
When we get back, 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 is empty
We walked in of us looked like terrorists
Masks on, second floor, Dunn yo, I this

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

Ran to the back analyzin', disguisin'
Surprise we comin' and 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 cats announcin' on the block, you
Where the at, I ain't got shit, stop frontin'
Yo chef, throw the joint in his mouth, money'll start

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