Luyện nghe bài hát Box In Hand

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

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

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

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

This rap shit bust yo' gums, and leave you
your plug, now you can't function
There's no to-tal or sum to this equa-tion, you
Many may come but few are
Pretty want to play the war po-sin
the ruckus come, they be the first to get their shine stolen
Do or die, it be I, Man
Holding court from my Wu, clan
I see your thoughts and your hand
It's getting in this mud
Cats heat seekin, for one
Nameless thugs with aimless slugs, shootin at these stank
Less he gon' bring this above, I switches
From the lamp I grant three
be parlayin, I Blaze britches, then I roll
One hundred percent mind, one hundred percent
One hundred percent soul,
Assholes to run
this PLO extortion to the one
The next chamber, you fuckin with the star
To the dawn's early light with this
Boogie, represent this fully
Like I'm constantly at war with the town
Who that pressure, about to get smacked silly
a fat bitch in Spandex, free Willy!
We on milli, check the joint, engine number nine
Niggas wastin time worryin me and mine
Get your own