Luyện nghe bài hát Barry Bond

It's what you all waiting for ain't it?
people pay paper for damn it, they can't stand it
They want new, so let's get reacquainted
Became the hood favorite, I even explain it, I surprise myself too
of a Don, lights keep glowing
Coming in the club with that fresh on
With something on my arm
Uh-uh-hum, and here's another hit, Bonds

We outta baby!

"Dude!" Fresh off the plane, "konichiwa,"
Turn around another plane, my passport on
Ask for it I did it, that done did it
Talked it then he lived it, spit it he shit it
I need writers, I might bounce ideas
But I could come up with some shit like this
I done played the my whole career
I've a very good sport, haven't I, this year
They say "he going crazy and we seen before"
But I'm pretty good as far as geniuses go
And I'm doing hood in my pink polo
Nigga please, how you gonna say I ain't no
Cause my Dior got me model head
I'm insulted, you go 'head
And bow so until your knees hit your forehead
And the flow hit code red
Top 5 MCs, you gotta remind me
Top 5 MCs: you gotta me
I'm high up on the line, you get behind me
But my head's so big you sit behind me

Life of a Don, keep glowing
Coming in the club with that shit on
something crazy on my arm
Uh-uh-hum, and here's another hit, Bonds

Yeah, yeah, we here baby!
Wha, wha, we here baby!
Hey Mr. West we so here baby

And me, I'm Mr. Baby
I'm so bright not
My and my ice so white like Shady
Ice in my so refrigerated
I'm so fucking good I'm sleeping with Megan
I'm all my Franklins, Lincolns and Reagans
Whenever they them, I shall hayve them
Oops, I meant "have them," I'm so
But if you play you be sleeping with daisies
I'm such a hay-vic, I meant "havoc"
And my still pinker than the Easter rabbit
And I'm still like Keyshia's family
Stove on my waist beef to patties
And I ate it cause I'm so
I don't front and I don't go
And I don't and I don't lack shit
And you can get buried, my bat bitch

We here baby!

at a hundred and climbin', baby, yeah
Life of a Don, keep glowing
Coming in the with that fresh shit on
With something on my arm
Ha Ha Hum, and here's hit, Barry Bonds