Luyện nghe bài hát 61909

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

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

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

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

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

Now ODM will you bounce like Skate in the 98
He won't hesitate to make the before it's to late
Us fools got to stick together hittin on the next man
Get a and flip the next grand
And watch me clown my shit is straight legit
7 years in bitch and still bangin out those hits
And it don't quit and it don't stop, til my drops
Now I'm fool that brought mexicans to hip hop
I brought the pattern of browns and introduced the new
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 out of line
And I ain't no manners, just provin I'm the baddest
And what we do is through the night
Like the get at us and if you think you got that bomb shit
You're fuckin the wrong cliq 619909 fools be on

[Mr.
I thought you knew that I was staying true to the
Blowin up bustin raps nation here people scream and clap
It's that bald fool ain't no room for the drama
all about the show state to states makin dollars
I gonna drop it like gernades, rock the spot like if I was from Bed
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 on that bottle of the don huh
We carry on to the limit and huh
We just some young mothafuckas staken paper like the
Now why would you want to get sick if you know I'm always you
Make you like your nena when I'm coming
Like daffy got you duckin, 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 to the game