Luyện nghe bài hát 36

Bitch we be that shit right
two boo boo straight caca (Yeah)
I smoke with a dread-locked rasta
Move Frank you will die like a hassa
Move like Jesus die like a
Hell of a choice when you a Lamotta
get some hoes 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, flow, car full of females
Bad hoes, we in the DR
Any fuck rapper boy out of line
I the preacher beat him to the goddamn ER

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

And I walk around I got a 36" chain
And I walk like 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 box gimme that
I waitin' for this all my life
3 AM and I'm still not
Still awake still from fading, crazy
Psilocybin, why the ride so
Dribble this spit till the street wavy
The bliss and shit magician
Get to
Not too tall dark and 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
a veteran, earthbound hellion
Try to say grace get a face of staples
up and the city 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 held

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

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