Luyện nghe bài hát Box In Hand

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

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

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

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

This rap shit bust yo' gums, and leave you
Pull your plug, now you can't
no to-tal or sum to this equa-tion, you fro-zen
Many may come but few are
Pretty want to play the war po-sin
When the ruckus come, they be the first to get their stolen
Do or die, it be I, Man
Holding from my Wu, indivisible clan
I see your thoughts and your reachin
It's getting deep in mud
Cats heat seekin, for one
Nameless thugs aimless slugs, shootin at these stank bitches
Less he bring this above, I make switches
From the lamp I grant three
be parlayin, I Blaze britches, then I roll
One hundred percent mind, one hundred percent
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 light with this head-banger
Boogie, represent this shit
I'm constantly at war with the town bully
Who want pressure, about to get smacked silly
Like a fat in Spandex, free Willy!
We on some milli, check the joint, engine nine
Niggas wastin time worryin about me and
Get your own