Luyện nghe bài hát 61909

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

[Mr.
I'm about to you bounce Mr. Shadows' in the house
I don't about the fame 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 homies tell me 'Are you Me'
Bumping Side with the Brown Bride through these city streets
With phat ass rides and homies coming with heat
undearneth, I got that DP with a twist lime in
Throw on an start rhymin
I'm climbing to the level 80 proven
I'm so fucked up tell what they're facing

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

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

Now ODM will make you bounce like in the 98
He won't hesitate to make the before it's to late
Us fools got to together quit hittin on the next man
Get a plan and the next grand
And watch me clown cause my shit is legit
7 years in this and still bangin out those hits
And it quit and it don't stop, til my album drops
Now I'm fool that brought mexicans to hip hop
I the pattern of browns and introduced the new sounds
And now I'm to put it down for the underground
A young with the hit one time
let that nine shine if they find time to step out of line
And I ain't servin no manners, provin I'm the baddest
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 619909 be on

[Mr.
I thought you knew that I was staying 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
It's all about the show state to states makin
I drop it like gernades, rock the spot like if I was from Bed Rock
Dependin on my rhymes cause my depends on hip hip
And it don't stop til I up, on a grip like Billy Gates
Mr. and ODM at the gates for 98
swiggin on that bottle of the don huh
We carry on to the limit and huh
We just some young mothafuckas staken paper 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 you yell my name, 619 909 stayin true to the game