Luyện nghe bài hát 61909

Yeah, up
1998 to set it straight
ODM, Mr. come on
Got Viscious up in
Yeah, what's up I said make money
Make money money
Hey yo Shadow come

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

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

[Mr.
A gang of
A of hoes
When I step in the door
Everybody that I becoming with my flows
I'm the one that is for my sickness
Going down my hitless, now tell me if you're with

[Mr.
Now raise up
Who you be what you
619 909 staying true to this
Mr. Shadow ODM coming with the sickness
Clock a grip load a clip cause I trip a quickness

Now ODM will you bounce like Skate in the 98
He won't to make the scrilla before it's to late
Us got to stick together quit hittin on the next man
Get a plan and flip the grand
And watch me clown my shit is straight legit
7 years in this bitch and still out those hits
And it don't quit and it don't stop, til my drops
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 for the underground
A young playa the hit one time
Shadow let that nine shine if find time to step out of line
And I ain't servin no manners, provin I'm the baddest
And what we do is creeping the night
Like the devils get at us and if you think you got that bomb
You're fuckin the wrong cliq 619909 fools be on

[Mr.
I thought you knew I was staying true to the scene
Blowin up raps nation wide here people scream and clap
It's that bald headed fool no room for the drama
It's all about the show state to makin dollars
I gonna drop it like gernades, rock the spot if I was from Bed Rock
on my rhymes cause my life depends on hip hip
And it don't stop til I come up, on a grip like Gates
Mr. and ODM at the gates for 98
Straight swiggin on that of the don huh
We carry on to the and beyond huh
We some young mothafuckas staken paper like the tribune
Now why would you want to get sick if you know I'm with you
Make you panic like nena when I'm coming
Like got you duckin, like the law I got you runnin
And now you I'm the man with the plan
Let me hear you yell my name, 619 909 stayin true to the