Luyện nghe bài hát Bermuda Triangle

Uh-huh, ahh
I feel like it's for a new nigga
And I like that nigga should be me
Hello and girls!
My name is
Peep my out

Check it out it slide, slide, slippedy slide
I'm here to y'all niggaz a new dick to ride
tash is like the flyest nigga standin on the planet
I pimped the beat so tough I had to slap it
A single-handed, that's how I planned it
I didn't leave my group just time we all expanded
made an atom bomb, disguised it as my solo
Now all the d.c. bump my shit instead of go-go
loco? it's tash on the micro
Xzibit hold it down the rifle, what?
Standin on the eiffel pennies, cause tash ain't friendly
They tried to pay to me up, but they knot too skinny
And, mines, that's my ninety-eight motto
Can't walk around the lookin rahlo
So if y'all niggaz follow I lead, smoke this weed
Put your guns punk so we can all get keyed

"who's the man" (sample echoes) "my man t-a-s-h" -> mos def (repeat 3x)
"with that coast rhymin"
"my man t-a-s-h with styles great" -> mos def

So to the pimps players hustlers high rollers dead pres
Better on to your funds, while this alkie mic control it
Takin over, catashtrophe he like a boulder
Like master p ya, you a soldier; I'm posted
Like a on a branch on a hunt for grands
My circumstance, I went from snow to avalanche
And now tash is the nigga all the hoes chose
My style is hella flashy like rhymes clothes
I'm all-pro, the top for elections
guns on the plane with no detection
With no recollection, of how the fuck I got deal
But now I got the motherfucker so on for real!

"who's the man" (sample echoes) "my man t-a-s-h" -> mos def (repeat 3x)
"with that west rhymin"
"my man t-a-s-h styles glory great" -> mos def

My style is odd, like a from god
That's why I hold more microphones than rashad
But it's time you my name so tell the dj to loop it
Grab a pad and pen, it down if you stupid!
I break it down for major weighter, catash'll ya
You a waiter I'm a caped crusader
But I didn't to save ya all I came to do is chill
Scoop y'all niggaz hoes and take some 40's to the
I pops a pill, but all it was was seals
No need to go to blueberry hill, to get thrills
fly directly over the bermuda triangle
Where I'm runnin rappers over in a ninety-eight durango, that

"who's the man" (sample echoes) "my man t-a-s-h" -> mos def (repeat 3x)
"with that coast rhymin"
"my man t-a-s-h styles glory great" -> mos def