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 have it, it, hey yo, hey yo

Blend wine, who to win mine
get a ten-round for floatin
the richest, huh
Flexed out, style
Your pen pal kidnapped Loud, jetted the
Mosyin, posin for them niggas up in
Rollin wax museum, G 'em
richest niggas bless this
Like Russian cut
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' is like that real

Yo come do me somethin to Michelob peep the Land Rov'
Sleeper hold club lay your dome on a stove
It's like space kid, the whole is pitch black, granola rap
Dough got famous team, walked up in Fotomat
down, numerous rounds, boots is brown
Getaway driver, this white bitch out of town
We love horse races shakin Jakes and high-speed
stations, drinkin violations, godly nations
90 minute Maxell tapes, breaks
earaches, lay my verse down in two takes
The speaker pops, the rifle's 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 like wrestling
you dare me? Back the fuck up kid, we flexin

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