Luyện nghe bài hát Banana Clipper

I move with the elegance of an elephant
I presented the
Eloquent as the
is the emphasis
I deserve me a
But before I banana
chill so my man can rip

Little man against
the heart of an orphan
I got the words of a
And an eye for
You a slice of my portion
I'll take a of your profit
I'll at illegal speeds
an oz in my pocket

We run the jewels in your
A pound on my person
I'm for pounding the stage
I'm talking and cursing
Producer gave me a
it's the beat of the year
I said didn't do it
So get the outta here

You wanna hang, bring your
I got and a rope
I'mma pope
Haranguing the land a man's flow
A new to the art of the old code
That's fully retarded and put a part in your bold

Ay El
We the villains, we antagonist bad
Mercy me, merciless me putting in they sad eyes
It's time for Skywalker 'cause meet the true Darth Vader
I hit mom in '03, but a G ain't ate her
So baby boy, you tighten up and show some respect
Before I on you Jody, put my arm on your neck
Or worse yet be the reason your girl want a
Be at your crib your kids saying "fuck your fort
nigga!"

The is
Radiation leak at Mile
Also known as talk
Listen for the
For the green I'm a
You're the poor
Sorta morbid sonnin' these fuckin' explorers
I'm bored. Enough of your bummy shit, numb to the core, sure
You suck a good for the fame
And resist getting played
I fuck I'm headed to war
I'm really not playing no
But tag me god damn it kill the carrier mentions my name

Hey, I'm a soldier of fortune, a on beat
I'm merciless, I'll torture emcees, tie up both of feet
If refuse to run the jewels we beat the bottoms of feet
I'm grip pliers, guys, to the top of your teeth
Hey me and killed the competition, top of the heap
Is where we staying they corpses resting under our feet
I sent they mom a cash and a sympathy letter
Told her she raised a bunch a fuck
time do better

We the old Atlanta, new Atlanta, of the city
Daddy Fat Saxx don't give a damn 'cause can't new niggas get with me
Now it's true, niggas are simple minded simple Simons
Being dumbed down by the local radio by designing
But what I be rhyming, no is required
My account obese as fuck while yours sits on a diet
Nigga your is up, you're fired
Quiet, that's how the boss
Retain ownership on everything, every car
And paid for, no neighbors I'm sitting on acres
Went to Vegas, jumped the broom I wasn't trippin' on papers
Or no agreement for mama
If we broke up and she took I'd still be sitting on commas
Eight figures