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, show em, what,
Let em have it, it, hey yo, hey yo

Blend wine, who want to win
Shorty get a for floatin
the richest, huh
Flexed out, Flinstone
Your pen pal kidnapped Loud, jetted the
Mosyin, posin for niggas up in Poland
wax style museum, G 'em
Them richest niggas this
Like cut VVS's
the hatchback, black were finessing this
Them niggas there know, Gazelle goggles
And them Lottos, 88 style, bottles (bottles)
Scenario rap, rap imperial, (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
like space kid, the whole world is pitch 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 horse races shakin 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 twitchin, woofer hissin

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

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