Luyện nghe bài hát Box In Hand

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

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

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

Yo, he's strong armin, manipulatin niggas, scrapin
Takin from niggas, hate fakin niggas, yo you hear me?
The whole shit's like
What you dare me? Back the 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 come but few are
niggas 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
court from my Wu, indivisible clan
I see thoughts and your hand reachin
It's getting deep in mud
Cats heat seekin, for one
Nameless thugs with aimless slugs, shootin at these bitches
Less he gon' bring above, I make switches
From the I grant three wishes
Johnny be parlayin, I Blaze britches, then I
One hundred percent mind, one hundred body
One percent soul, individual
tend to run
From PLO extortion to the one
The next chamber, you fuckin with the spangler
To the dawn's early light with this
Boogie, represent this shit
Like I'm constantly at war the town bully
Who want that pressure, to get smacked silly
Like a fat bitch in Spandex, Willy!
We on some milli, the joint, engine number nine
Niggas time worryin about me and mine
Get own shit