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

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

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

Yo, strong armin, manipulatin niggas, scrapin niggas
play from niggas, hate fakin niggas, yo you hear me?
The whole like wrestling
you dare me? Back the fuck up kid, we flexin

This rap shit 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
may come but few are cho-sen
Pretty want to play the war po-sin
When the ruckus come, they be the first to get shine stolen
Do or die, it be I, Man
Holding court from my Wu, indivisible
I see your thoughts and your hand
It's getting deep in mud
heat seekin, for one blood
Nameless thugs with slugs, shootin at these stank bitches
Less he gon' this above, I make switches
From the I grant three wishes
Johnny be parlayin, I Blaze britches, I roll
One hundred percent mind, one hundred percent
One hundred soul, individual
Assholes to run
From PLO extortion to the one
The next chamber, you fuckin the star spangler
To the dawn's early light with head-banger
Boogie, this shit fully
I'm constantly at war with the town bully
Who want that pressure, about to get silly
Like a fat in Spandex, free Willy!
We on some milli, check the joint, engine nine
wastin time worryin about me and mine
Get your own