Luyện nghe bài hát 61909

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

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

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

[Mr.
A of shows
A gang of
When I in through 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 this

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

Now ODM will make you bounce like 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 and flip the next grand
And watch me clown cause my shit is straight
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 brought 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 with the hit one
Shadow let that nine shine if they find time to step out of
And I ain't servin no manners, just provin I'm the
And we do is creeping through the night
Like the devils get at us and if you you got that bomb shit
You're fuckin with the wrong cliq fools be on

[Mr.
I thought you knew that I was true to the scene
Blowin up bustin raps nation wide here people scream and
It's that bald headed fool ain't no room for the
all about 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 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
swiggin on that bottle of the don huh
We on to the limit and beyond huh
We just some young mothafuckas staken paper the tribune
Now why you want to get sick if you know I'm always with you
Make you panic like nena when I'm coming
Like daffy got you duckin, the law I got you runnin
And now you know I'm the man with the
Let me hear you yell my name, 619 909 stayin to the game