Luyện nghe bài hát 36

Bitch we be that that's right
Number two boo boo caca (Yeah)
I smoke ganja with a rasta
Move Frank you will die like a hassa
Move like die like a martyr
Hell of a choice when you riding a
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
a young Che Guevara and Fidel
Castro, flow, car full 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 Hee-Haw
flow fishscale no re-rock
Take a for yourself shawty, see? "He raw. See he raw!"
That's you shawty go on your nose off
Then put the news in the street Tom
'Cause of you shawty met a bad bitch out of
Brooklyn and that Brooklyn bitch straight got off
Yeah she called her homegirl from the BX, lil 'Rican brought X and we sexed
Couple months later 'em down to Atlanta
And let 'em on the 'bamas that's right yeah we flex
Heard she got a daddy and a nigga
Acting runnin' round talkin' 'bout yeah he plexed
better pray for a ho like 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 shit that's right
Light a flare put thumbs in the air high five
I for the stash box gimme that
I been waitin' for this all my
3 AM and I'm not right
Still awake still away fading, crazy
Psilocybin, why the ride so
Dribble this till the street gets wavy
The bliss and shit magician
Get to
Not too tall and handsome man
But I dark for ransoms man
Spend grands of those
Folded
Yes I bag the
Anyone to the styles, get a smile and a backwards hand

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

Be it NYC or the ATL
the ceilings of heaven to the gates of hell
We murder death killed every we step
times two better warn 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 for the finisher