Luyện nghe bài hát Box In Hand

Get all my peoples, get all my peoples
All of em
Lay em a death
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 niggas up in
Rollin wax museum, G 'em
Them richest niggas bless
Like cut VVS's
Slide the hatchback, black were finessing
Them niggas over there know, Gazelle
And Lottos, 88 style, throwin' bottles (bottles)
Scenario rap, rap imperial, (uh, yo yo, yo, yo)
Murderin' cats is like real

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

Yo, strong armin, manipulatin niggas, scrapin niggas
Takin play from niggas, hate fakin niggas, yo you me?
The whole like wrestling
What you 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
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 their shine
Do or die, it be I, Man
Holding court from my Wu, clan
I see your thoughts and hand reachin
getting deep in this mud
Cats heat seekin, for one
thugs with aimless slugs, shootin at these stank bitches
Less he gon' bring above, I make switches
From the lamp I grant wishes
Johnny be parlayin, I Blaze britches, then I
One percent mind, one hundred percent body
One hundred percent soul,
Assholes to run
this PLO extortion to the one
The next chamber, you fuckin with the spangler
To the dawn's early light this head-banger
Boogie, this shit fully
I'm constantly at war with the town bully
Who that pressure, about to get smacked silly
Like a fat in Spandex, free Willy!
We on some milli, the joint, engine number nine
Niggas time worryin about me and mine
Get your own