Luyện nghe bài hát Buddy Guy

Uhh,
Yeah,
Bronsolinio,

Stoned on the stoop, got the box Billy Joel
I'm Mickey Mantle while you motherfuckers
Neck to colon how a slice the machete go
Shoot your gun and throw confetti cause I'm ho!
Look in my eyes, you can tell I'm a stand-up
me the teacher, wanna talk just put your hands up
We eat the lamb, duck, goose, beef or
Two seater shiftin' with the smooth Cedar
My hair is light red just like a ball of fire
Golden sound, the town, 'lo attire
Brown haze leather like the Everglades
I'll switch a style so I'm ready when the era change
First pressed virgin oil the Greek Border
Spit the shit that me laid up with the sheik's daughter
Three quarter on the Bally jacket to the
Lights flashin' I'm rappin', tappin' tree
That smoke son it shine through the curtain
Cracked pepper motherfucker I'm a for certain
So never in your life come with scared here
Fuck around never found bitch,

Time after time I'm a
in the barrel, harvest in the winter
Far from a beginner, keep an extra cartridge in the
off of Manischewitz, Harlem in a rental
The candidate, kindly gorgeous
360 is the ways and the caesar's huggin' knotty
stop until we hoppin out of grimey Porsches
One shorty needin' over 9 abortions
I'm the whole shit, one you wanna roll
When in canoe waving the ganja like a stick
Number one, numero uno with the flow
Your style is tired and limp just like an old

Roman sculptures, all of my students a diploma
Straight to the back, door, behold the Lotus
Finest tuna right out the sea straight off the boat
Hurricane rap spit tap low, rock a
Bronsonelli chef de I flex the two seam
Inject the vein marijuana I'm a true fiend
Up-to-the-minute, all the we invented
hidden inside the rented, the window tinted ten the percentage
Sacrificin' the lamb for the
"Criminology 101" hard cover, newest
fission is heavy weighty top the division
Lots of provisions collosal status stoppin'
Too beaucoup, fresher than a trout
the venison, pair it with a great stout
Peace I'm out kid, a pace out
Every time I take motherfuckin' weapon from my waist out