Luyện nghe bài hát Belt Holders

[Intro: Killah]
Yeah, uh-huh, yo, yo

Killah]
Portable DATs, Sony
El Dorado's, dollar bottles, get blown
Diplomat Willie's, Millie chicks, dusted out Blondie
Slide me, we the bowl, we take the magnets
Man handling mics, wool scarves, Evil Knievel bikes, I like eggs in my
Circus money, the Staten Island funnies
Eighty seven, rock, lotto's and the gumby
Tri-boro, fly negro, rap for
Do it for cee-lo games, cases, for bitches
Million dollar cribs, grandfather gamble wit ribs, yes he did
Life is wonderful, fly living rooms, brooms
me in the city of Watts, dusted out with Doc Doom
Slide you, thirty six to the hip, you Neo
it to me G.O., the block we spot V.O.
Live at the handball session, Wimbledon's
them, my throat is the top session for men
Rap graduate, seen through the needles was used by dopes
Fuck and get rocked for three notes
And fuck bitch ass alligators
When I see you on stage, throw out the gauge, my man's made us

Aiyo, elephant guns, mad ounces, whips
Slapped up bouncers,
Ball like a unit, fly fragrance,
Rarely out of spaceships, many got lynched
We all pornographic, taylor mortals
on suede walls, leather's on, ballers
Maybe Benz lenses, out of sixes, Christmas money
Vicious consolidated rip bitches
The rich version of black, skyscraper
Wu belt makers, & prove that all my shit match
Tri-colored diamonds, foreign five
All of iron, Swiss cheese, yea, big boy, we giants