Luyện nghe bài hát 61909

Yeah, up
bout to set it straight
ODM, Mr. come on
Got up in here
Yeah, up I said make money money
Make money money
Hey yo come through

[Mr.
I'm about to you bounce Mr. Shadows' in the house
I don't care about the fame making all that counts
south now you know there's a party goin on
ODM got's those bottles of Don Perron

It's a mexican thing that we bring to your
619 909 homies tell me 'Are you Me'
Bumping Lake Side with the Brown through these city streets
With phat ass rides and coming with that heat
From undearneth, I got that DP with a twist in
Throw on an instramental rhymin
I'm climbing to the level 80 toxication
I'm so fucked up Shadow tell what facing

[Mr.
A gang of
A of hoes
When I in through the door
Everybody knows that I becoming my flows
I'm the one that is known for my
Going down my hitless, now tell me if with this

[Mr.
Now everybody up
Who you be you claim
619 909 true to this game
Mr. Shadow ODM coming through the sickness
Clock a grip load a clip cause I with a quickness

Now ODM will make you bounce Skate in the 98
He hesitate to make the scrilla before it's to late
Us fools got to stick quit hittin on the next man
Get a plan and flip the next
And watch me clown cause my shit is legit
7 in this bitch and still bangin out those hits
And it don't quit and it don't stop, til my album
Now I'm that fool that mexicans to hip hop
I the pattern of browns and introduced the new sounds
And now I'm down to put it down for the
A young playa the hit one time
Shadow let that shine if they find time to step out of line
And I ain't no manners, just provin I'm the baddest
And what we do is creeping through the
Like the devils get at us and if you think you got that bomb
fuckin with the wrong cliq 619909 fools be on

[Mr.
I thought you knew that I was staying to the scene
Blowin up bustin raps nation here people scream and clap
It's that bald headed fool ain't no room for the
It's all the show state to states makin dollars
I gonna it like gernades, rock the spot like if I was from Bed Rock
Dependin on my rhymes my life depends on hip hip
And it don't stop til I come up, on a grip like Gates
Mr. Shadow and ODM at the for 98
Straight on that bottle of the don huh
We carry on to the limit and huh
We just young mothafuckas staken paper like the tribune
Now why would you to get sick if you know I'm always with you
you panic like your nena when I'm coming
Like daffy got you duckin, like the law I got you
And now you know I'm the man with the
Let me hear you yell my name, 619 909 stayin to the game