Luyện nghe bài hát 36

Bitch we be that shit right
Number two boo boo caca (Yeah)
I smoke with a dread-locked rasta
like Frank you will die like a hassa
Move like 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 those
Me El, we
Like a Che Guevara and Fidel
Castro, cash flow, car of females
Bad hoes, we in the DR
Any fuck boy gettin' out of line
I pray the beat him to the goddamn ER

I spit them country rap tunes like
Cocaine fishscale no re-rock
Take a snort for shawty, see? "He raw. See he raw!"
That's you shawty go on snort your off
put the news in the street Tom Brokaw
'Cause of you shawty met a bad stone 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
Couple later brought 'em down to Atlanta
And let 'em style on the that's right yeah we flex
she got a baby daddy and a nigga
Acting aggy runnin' round 'bout yeah he plexed
Nigga better for a ho like he
Tebow though, 'cause right now he stay like The Jets

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

Bitch we be that that's right
Light a put your thumbs in the air high five
I came for the stash box gimme
I been waitin' for all my life
3 AM and I'm not right
Still awake still away fading, crazy
Psilocybin, why the ride so
Dribble spit till the street gets wavy
The and pure shit magician
Get to
Not too dark and handsome man
But I talk dark for man
Spend grands of 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 buckshot back to the table
a veteran, earthbound hellion
Try to say grace get a full of staples
Woke up and the air smelled like maple
If you come straight from New you relate
If you come straight from another place too
Me and Mike got the whole map held

Be it NYC or the ATL
From the ceilings of heaven to the of hell
We murder death killed every stage we
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, beat minister
River-dance on your face for the finisher