Luyện nghe bài hát Box In Hand

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

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

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

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

This rap shit yo' gums, and leave you stunned
Pull your plug, now you function
There's no to-tal or sum to this equa-tion, you
may come but few are cho-sen
Pretty niggas to play the war po-sin
When the ruckus come, be the first to get their shine stolen
Do or die, it be I, Man
court from my Wu, indivisible clan
I see your and your hand reachin
It's getting in this mud
heat seekin, for one blood
Nameless thugs with aimless slugs, shootin at these stank
Less he bring this above, I make switches
the lamp I grant three wishes
Johnny be parlayin, I Blaze britches, then I
One hundred percent mind, one hundred percent
One hundred soul, individual
Assholes to run
this PLO extortion to the one
The next chamber, you fuckin with the star
To the dawn's early with this head-banger
Boogie, represent this shit
Like I'm constantly at war the town bully
Who want that pressure, about to get silly
a fat bitch in Spandex, free Willy!
We on some milli, check the joint, engine number
Niggas time worryin about me and mine
Get your own