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 up in Poland
Rollin wax museum, G 'em
Them richest bless this
Russian cut VVS's
Slide the hatchback, black were finessing
Them niggas over there know, goggles
And them Lottos, 88 style, throwin' (bottles)
Scenario rap, rap imperial, (uh, yo yo, yo, yo)
Murderin' cats is that real

Yo come do me somethin word to peep the Land Rov'
Sleeper hold club faggots lay your dome on a
It's like space kid, the whole world is black, granola rap
Dough got smaller team, walked up in Fotomat
down, numerous rounds, boots is brown
Getaway driver, this white bitch out of town
We love horse races Jakes and high-speed chases
Porno stations, drinkin violations, godly
90 minute Maxell tapes, instrumental
earaches, lay my verse down in two takes
The speaker pops, the rifle's in the kitchen
Murder the DJ's eyes twitchin, woofer

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

This rap shit bust yo' gums, and leave you
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 niggas want to 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 my Wu, indivisible clan
I see your thoughts and your hand
It's deep in this mud
Cats seekin, for one blood
Nameless thugs with aimless slugs, at these stank bitches
Less he gon' this above, I make switches
From the lamp I three wishes
Johnny be parlayin, I britches, then I roll
One hundred percent mind, one hundred body
One hundred soul, individual
tend to run
From PLO extortion to the one
The chamber, you fuckin with the star spangler
To the dawn's early with this head-banger
Boogie, represent this shit
Like I'm constantly at war with the town
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 time worryin about me and mine
Get own shit