Luyện nghe bài hát Belt Holders

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

Killah]
Portable DATs, headphones
El Dorado's, thousand 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, Knievel bikes, I like eggs in my rice
Circus money, the Staten Island funnies
Eighty seven, Shallah rock, lotto's and the
Tri-boro, fly negro, rap for
Do it for games, cases, battle for bitches
Million cribs, grandfather gamble those wit ribs, yes he did
Life is wonderful, fly rooms, brass brooms
Catch me in the city of Watts, 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 that was used by dopes
Fuck around and get for three notes
And fuck bitch ass alligators
When I see you on stage, throw out the gauge, my man's dough us

Aiyo, elephant guns, mad ounces, colorful
Slapped up bouncers,
Ball like a unit, fly fragrance,
Rarely out of spaceships, many fakes got
We all pornographic, made mortals
Leanin' on walls, leather's on, ballers
Maybe lenses, sprayin' out of sixes, Christmas money
Vicious drama rip bitches
The rich version of black, skyscraper
Wu belt makers, show & prove all my shit match
Tri-colored diamonds, color five
All kinds of iron, Swiss cheese, yea, big boy, we