Luyện nghe bài hát 36

Bitch we be that shit that's
Number two boo boo caca (Yeah)
I smoke ganja with a rasta
Move like Frank you will die like a
like Jesus die like a martyr
Hell of a choice when you a Lamotta
Trynna get 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 and Fidel
Castro, cash flow, car 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 like Hee-Haw
flow fishscale no re-rock
Take a snort for yourself shawty, "He raw. See he raw!"
That's you shawty go on snort your off
Then put the in the street Tom Brokaw
'Cause of you met a bad stone bitch out of
Brooklyn and that Brooklyn bitch got broke off
she called her homegirl from the BX, freaky lil 'Rican brought X and we sexed
Couple months brought 'em down to Atlanta
And let 'em style on the 'bamas right yeah we flex
she got a baby daddy and a nigga
Acting aggy runnin' round talkin' 'bout he plexed
better pray for a ho like he
Tebow though, 'cause right now he stay losin' like The

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

Bitch we be that shit that's
Light a put your thumbs in the air high five
I came for the box gimme that
I been waitin' for all my life
3 AM and I'm not right
Still awake still away from fading,
Psilocybin, why the ride so
this spit till the street gets wavy
The bliss and pure shit
Get to
Not too tall dark and man
But I talk dark for man
Spend grands of those
Folded
Yes I bag the
Anyone to the styles, get a smile and a backwards hand

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

Be it NYC or the ATL
From the ceilings of heaven to the of hell
We murder death killed every we step
Homicide times two warn yourself, El

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