Luyện nghe bài hát Box In Hand

Get all my peoples, get all my peoples
All of em
Lay em a warrant
Ah, yo, it off, kid, show em, what, what
Let em have it, it, hey yo, hey yo

Blend wine, who want to win
Shorty get a ten-round for
the richest, huh
Flexed out, Flinstone
crimi-nal pen pal kidnapped Loud, jetted the
Mosyin, posin for them niggas up in
wax style museum, G 'em
Them niggas bless this
Like cut VVS's
Slide the hatchback, were finessing this
Them niggas over there know, Gazelle
And them Lottos, 88 style, throwin' (bottles)
Scenario rap, rap imperial, (uh, yo yo, yo, yo)
cats is like that real

Yo do me somethin word to Michelob peep the Land Rov'
Sleeper hold club lay your dome on a stove
It's like space kid, the whole world is pitch black, rap
Dough got famous team, walked up in Fotomat
down, numerous rounds, boots is brown
Getaway driver, this white bitch from out of
We love horse races shakin and high-speed chases
Porno stations, drinkin violations, godly
90 minute Maxell tapes, breaks
Bangin earaches, lay my down in two takes
The speaker pops, the Winchester in the kitchen
Murder the DJ's twitchin, woofer hissin

Yo, he's strong armin, niggas, scrapin niggas
Takin from niggas, hate fakin niggas, yo you hear me?
The whole like wrestling
What you dare me? Back the fuck up kid, we

This rap shit bust yo' gums, and you stunned
Pull your plug, now you function
There's no or sum to this equa-tion, you fro-zen
Many may come but few are
Pretty want to play the war po-sin
When the ruckus come, be the first to get their shine stolen
Do or die, it be I, Man
Holding court from my Wu, clan
I see your thoughts and your hand
It's getting in this mud
Cats heat seekin, for one
Nameless thugs aimless slugs, shootin at these stank bitches
Less he gon' bring this above, I make
From the lamp I three wishes
be parlayin, I Blaze britches, then I roll
One hundred percent mind, one percent body
One hundred soul, individual
Assholes to run
From this PLO to the one
The chamber, you fuckin with the star spangler
To the dawn's early light this head-banger
Boogie, represent shit fully
Like I'm constantly at war with the bully
Who want that pressure, about to get smacked
Like a fat bitch in Spandex, Willy!
We on milli, check the joint, engine number nine
Niggas wastin time about me and mine
Get your own