Luyện nghe bài hát 36

Bitch we be that shit 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 when you riding a
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 boy gettin' out of line
I pray the preacher him to the goddamn ER

I spit them country rap tunes like
Cocaine flow fishscale no
Take a snort for shawty, see? "He raw. See he raw!"
That's you shawty go on snort nose off
Then put the news in the Tom Brokaw
'Cause of you shawty met a bad stone out of
and that Brooklyn bitch straight got broke off
Yeah she called her from the BX, freaky lil 'Rican brought X and we sexed
Couple months later 'em down to Atlanta
And let 'em style on the 'bamas right yeah we flex
Heard she got a baby daddy and a
Acting aggy runnin' round 'bout yeah he plexed
Nigga pray 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 around I got a 36" chain

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

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

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 looking for trouble better self med
We could double dutch in a minefield, hell
Just the right temperature, beat minister
River-dance cleats on your for the finisher