Luyện nghe bài hát Box In Hand

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

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

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

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

This rap shit bust yo' gums, and leave you
Pull your plug, now you function
There's no to-tal or sum to this equa-tion, you
may come but few are cho-sen
Pretty niggas want to play the war
When the ruckus come, they be the first to get shine stolen
Do or die, it be I, Man
Holding court my Wu, indivisible clan
I see thoughts and your hand reachin
It's deep in this mud
heat seekin, for one blood
Nameless thugs aimless slugs, shootin at these stank bitches
Less he gon' bring above, I make switches
From the lamp I three wishes
Johnny be parlayin, I Blaze britches, then I
One hundred mind, one hundred percent body
One hundred soul, individual
tend to run
From this PLO to the one
The next chamber, you with the star spangler
To the dawn's early light with head-banger
Boogie, represent shit fully
Like I'm constantly at war with the bully
Who that pressure, about to get smacked silly
Like a fat bitch in Spandex, Willy!
We on some milli, check the joint, engine nine
Niggas time worryin about me and mine
Get own shit