Luyện nghe bài hát 36

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

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

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

Bitch we be that shit that's
a flare put your thumbs in the air high five
I for the stash box gimme that
I been waitin' for all my life
3 AM and I'm not right
Still awake still away fading, crazy
Psilocybin, why the so hazy
Dribble this spit the street gets wavy
The bliss and pure magician
Get to
Not too tall dark and man
But I talk for ransoms man
Spend of those zombies
origami
Yes I bag the
object to the styles, get a smile and a backwards hand

(Peep that) face in the place of an angel
that buckshot back to the table
Been a veteran, hellion
Try to say grace get a face of staples
Woke up and the city air smelled like
If you come straight from New you relate
If you come straight from another stay too
Me and got the whole map held safe

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

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