Luyện nghe bài hát 36

Bitch we be shit that's right
two boo boo straight caca (Yeah)
I smoke ganja a dread-locked rasta
Move like Frank you will die like a
Move like die like a martyr
Hell of a choice when you 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
a young Che Guevara and Fidel
Castro, cash flow, car of females
Bad hoes, we in the DR
Any rapper boy gettin' out of line
I pray the preacher him to the goddamn ER

I spit them country rap like Hee-Haw
Cocaine flow no re-rock
Take a snort for shawty, see? "He raw. See he raw!"
That's you shawty go on snort your off
Then put the news in the Tom Brokaw
of you shawty met a bad stone bitch out of
Brooklyn and Brooklyn bitch straight got broke off
Yeah she called her homegirl from the BX, freaky lil brought X and we sexed
months later brought 'em down to Atlanta
And let 'em style on the 'bamas that's right 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 losin' like The Jets

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

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

(Peep that) Felonious in the place of an angel
Bringing that back to the table
Been a veteran, earthbound
Try to say grace get a face full of
Woke up and the city air smelled like
If you come straight from New York you
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 death every stage we step
Homicide two better warn yourself, El

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