Luyện nghe bài hát Box In Hand

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

wine, who want to win mine
Shorty get a for floatin
the richest, huh
Flexed out, Flinstone
crimi-nal pen pal kidnapped Loud, jetted the
Mosyin, posin for niggas 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, bottles (bottles)
Scenario rap, rap imperial, (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 world is pitch black, granola rap
Dough got smaller team, walked up in Fotomat
Black down, numerous rounds, is brown
Getaway driver, this white bitch out of town
We love horse races shakin Jakes and high-speed
Porno stations, drinkin violations, godly
90 minute tapes, instrumental breaks
Bangin earaches, lay my down in two takes
The speaker pops, the rifle's in the kitchen
Murder the DJ's eyes twitchin, hissin

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

This rap shit bust yo' gums, and you stunned
your plug, now you can't function
There's no to-tal or sum to this equa-tion, you
Many may but few are cho-sen
Pretty niggas want to the war po-sin
When the ruckus come, they be the first to get their stolen
Do or die, it be I, Man
Holding court from my Wu, indivisible
I see your thoughts and your hand
It's deep in this mud
Cats heat seekin, for one
Nameless thugs with aimless slugs, shootin at these stank
Less he bring this above, I make switches
From the lamp I grant three
Johnny be parlayin, I Blaze britches, I roll
One hundred percent mind, one percent body
One percent soul, individual
tend to run
From this PLO to the one
The chamber, you fuckin with the star spangler
To the dawn's early with this head-banger
Boogie, represent this fully
Like I'm constantly at war the town bully
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 own shit