Luyện nghe bài hát Box In Hand

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

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

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

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

This rap shit bust yo' gums, and you stunned
Pull your plug, now you can't
There's no to-tal or sum to equa-tion, you fro-zen
Many may but few are cho-sen
Pretty want to play the war po-sin
When the ruckus come, they be the to get their shine stolen
Do or die, it be I, Man
Holding from my Wu, indivisible clan
I see your and your hand reachin
It's getting deep in mud
Cats heat seekin, for one
Nameless thugs with aimless slugs, shootin at these stank
Less he gon' bring above, I make switches
From the lamp I grant wishes
Johnny be parlayin, I britches, then I roll
One hundred mind, one hundred percent body
One hundred percent soul,
Assholes to run
this PLO extortion to the one
The next chamber, you fuckin with the star
To the dawn's light with this head-banger
Boogie, represent this shit
Like I'm constantly at war with the bully
Who want pressure, about to get smacked silly
Like a fat bitch in Spandex, Willy!
We on some milli, check the joint, number nine
Niggas wastin time about me and mine
Get your own