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 Jackson chicks, out Blondie
Slide me, we wrote the bowl, we the magnets
Man handling mics, wool scarves, Evil Knievel bikes, I eggs in my rice
Circus money, read the Staten Island
seven, Shallah rock, lotto's and the gumby
Tri-boro, fly negro, rap for
Do it for cee-lo games, cases, battle for
Million dollar cribs, grandfather gamble wit ribs, yes he did
Life is wonderful, fly living rooms, brass
me in the city of Watts, dusted out with Doc Doom
Slide you, thirty six to the hip, you Neo
Sock it to me G.O., the we spot V.O.
Live at the session, white Wimbledon's
Send them, my throat is the top for men
Rap graduate, seen through the that was used by dopes
Fuck and get rocked for three notes
And your bitch ass alligators
When I see you on stage, throw out the gauge, my man's made us

Aiyo, elephant guns, mad ounces, colorful
Slapped up bouncers,
like a unit, fly fragrance, faceless
Rarely out of spaceships, fakes got lynched
We all pornographic, taylor mortals
Leanin' on suede walls, leather's on,
Maybe lenses, sprayin' out of sixes, Christmas money
consolidated drama rip bitches
The rich version of black, paper
Wu belt makers, show & that all my shit match
Tri-colored diamonds, foreign five
All kinds of iron, cheese, yea, big boy, we giants