Luyện nghe bài hát Box In Hand

Get all my peoples, get all my peoples
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

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

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

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

This rap shit yo' gums, and leave you stunned
Pull plug, now you can't function
There's no or sum to this equa-tion, you fro-zen
may come but few are cho-sen
Pretty niggas to play the war po-sin
When the come, they 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 your reachin
It's getting in this mud
heat seekin, for one blood
Nameless thugs aimless slugs, shootin at these stank bitches
Less he gon' bring this above, I make
From the lamp I grant wishes
Johnny be parlayin, I Blaze britches, then I
One hundred mind, one hundred percent body
One hundred soul, individual
tend to run
From PLO extortion to the one
The next chamber, you fuckin with the spangler
To the dawn's light with this head-banger
Boogie, represent shit fully
Like I'm constantly at war with the bully
Who want that pressure, about to get silly
a fat bitch in Spandex, free Willy!
We on some milli, the joint, engine number nine
Niggas time worryin about me and mine
Get your own