Luyện nghe bài hát Box In Hand

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

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

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

Yo, he's strong armin, manipulatin niggas, scrapin
play from niggas, hate fakin niggas, yo you hear me?
The whole shit's wrestling
What you dare me? 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 want to play the war po-sin
When the ruckus come, they be the first to get their stolen
Do or die, it be I, Man
Holding court from my Wu, clan
I see thoughts and your hand reachin
getting deep in this mud
Cats seekin, for one blood
Nameless thugs with aimless slugs, shootin at stank bitches
Less he gon' bring this above, I switches
From the I grant three wishes
be parlayin, I Blaze britches, then I roll
One hundred mind, one hundred percent body
One hundred soul, individual
tend to run
From this PLO to the one
The next chamber, you fuckin the star spangler
To the dawn's early with this head-banger
Boogie, this shit fully
Like I'm at war with the town bully
Who want that pressure, to get smacked silly
a fat bitch in Spandex, free Willy!
We on some milli, check the joint, engine number
Niggas wastin time about me and mine
Get own shit