Luyện nghe bài hát Arch Angels

Xzibit
Yo the almight Xzibit. In the Law House huh.
With Laylaw huh and huh (Ras Kass).
huh. The nigga Ras Kass ha.
We all and love him ha.
Yo let's bring it through
bring shit through nigga. What's up yo yo.

Ras
Well it's the R double AK S the letters of my name
For you and your bitch to on Soul Train
This Arch Angel got niggas like crack babies
I think of bomb shit like my brain was made outta (caviar)
I flow 16 Pablo perverse perversion' so fat my dick got a double chin
My MCin' produce more seaman wet dreamin'
Of hostin' BET with in the Caribbean
C-arson home of niggas with gold Visas and
Jesus subpoenas
(Got you duets with Selena nigga)
So Act
Cause black nun (none) get
And I'm a have juice till Mark Ferman the bloody glove
I drive cars and smoke Cuban cigars
Bring it phat to your ears like G's keyloyds
From B-boys to D-boyz like shippin' keys from overseas
Please I move like o.z.s

See niggas outta town don't even fuck around

Ras
But there ain't no that you can strangle Los Angels

See handguns and girls the way of the underworld

Ras
There ain't no angel that you can strangle Arch (say what?)

Ras
See left niggas is the Craziest
I dodge pellets in the felonious Los Skandalous
Golden
Home of dysfunctional gang
5.8 quakes where glass pancake (westsiiiiiide)
But I be in the hood like a engine
Fuck what I'm I weave through tracks like extensions (nigga)
I'm ridin' for chips on time on motorcycles
And for to get trifle
I'm a chink on a Slason swap meet roof with two automatic rifles
got me Vicious
And these generation X bitches is too big for they
15 on 30
"I wanna fuck" written all over their faces with mack blowin' kisses
like seven oasis gettin' niggas twisted in statutory rape cases
But I write rhymes in enough white askin' Melle Mel my punchlines
Hit from the baseline six by nines
Crack addicts and Miller
fo reala
I X more Hollywood Squares Phillis Dilla

Yeah niggas from town don't even fuck around

Ras
But there ain't no angel that you can strangle Los (yeah)

Welcome to the place where niggas make

Ras
Nigga there ain't no angel that you can Arch Angels

Handguns and girls the way of the underworld

Ras
But there ain't no angle that you can Los Angels (ha)

Home of the big bad Los Angeles

Ras
But there ain't no that you can strangle Arch Angels

Ras
You know man all I in this world is two things man
my word and my balls
Or maybe that's three
So on microphones I let my nuts hang like Homes
And so many niggas out I should change my name to Chaperone
and Laylaw know that on mic cables
I got one thousand two hundred techniques similar to the
So if it's crem de la creme since I'm smarter I
Float dead bodies in water
Manana tell your girl here mayatti got one extra backstage pass
If she put 'em on the
Cause she be jockin' that be seen with who's who
The single charters so she me for a hit like cluckheads do
No MC parallels they behind like Rick's jail cell
To well I need a beat like...
Child victims (ha ha)
Everything I say to yay
This shit was blowin' kids before Timothy McVeigh

Xzibit
Yeah yeah straight from motherfuckin' Xzibt ha ha and the
youknowhatI'msayin' with that Ras Kass (he's guilty).
yeah. Break it down. It won't stop. West coast hip hop (yo yo).
It's the Xzibit (booyaka).