Luyện nghe bài hát 36

Bitch we be that shit that's
Number two boo boo caca (Yeah)
I smoke ganja a dread-locked rasta
Move like Frank you will die a hassa
like Jesus die like a martyr
Hell of a choice you riding a Lamotta
Trynna get some in the hot car
How far is we away, Not far
The greatness claim, not all
Are not, we are juggernauts
Me El, we
Like a young Che Guevara and
Castro, flow, car full of females
Bad hoes, we in the DR
Any fuck rapper boy out of line
I pray the preacher him to the goddamn ER

I spit them country rap tunes like
Cocaine flow fishscale no
a snort for yourself shawty, see? "He raw. See he raw!"
That's you shawty go on snort your off
Then put the in the street Tom Brokaw
of you shawty met a bad stone bitch out of
Brooklyn and that Brooklyn straight got broke off
Yeah she called her homegirl from the BX, freaky lil 'Rican X and we sexed
months later brought 'em down to Atlanta
And let 'em style on the 'bamas that's right we flex
Heard she got a baby daddy and a
Acting aggy runnin' round talkin' 'bout yeah he
Nigga better for a ho like he
Tebow though, right now he stay losin' like The Jets

And I walk around like I got a 36"
And I walk like I got a 36" chain

Bitch we be that shit right
Light a flare put your in the air high five
I came for the stash box that
I waitin' for this all my life
3 AM and I'm still not
Still awake still from fading, crazy
Psilocybin, why the so hazy
Dribble this spit till the street gets
The and pure shit magician
Get to
Not too tall and handsome man
But I talk for ransoms man
Spend of those zombies
Folded
Yes I bag the
Anyone to the styles, get a smile and a backwards hand

(Peep that) face in the place of an angel
Bringing that buckshot back to the
Been a veteran, earthbound
Try to say grace get a full of staples
up and the city air smelled like maple
If you come from New York you relate
If you come straight from place stay too
Me and Mike got the whole map held

Be it NYC or the ATL
From the ceilings of to the gates of hell
We murder death every stage we step
Homicide times two better yourself, El

Anybody for some trouble better self med
We double dutch in a minefield, hell gets
Just the right temperature, break minister
River-dance cleats on your face for the