Luyện nghe bài hát Built to Last

You gonna hit some up in the motherfucker?
DJ B, D-Loc

Time keeps on slidin' through that hour
I, I need to rip another vapor
Why do all these people keep on talkin'
'Cuz, you know that we was built to last

The Adventures of Bonez, the Intruder
A.k.a. D-Loc, Mr. Ginseu
The Blasta, its all good
Operatin' in my green room, cuttin' up my

You betta make way, Ive know to blow the spot
Mr. Master an' Bobby Suenam
We form like Voltron, by the feet
So there's room to reach, we the beat

With the ill techniques, needles stick gum
on the two an' shaky on the one
Here comes the brothas, duck, fuck, run
Grab your shields an' put them up, aint for fun

Table combat, son, you betta the spot
When I its deep, you know I smoke my pot
I stay ripped, they call me D L to the C
Dont eva get it twisted, ya na

Time keeps on slidin' through hour glass
I, I need to rip another blast
Why do all these people keep on trash?
'Cuz, 'cuz you that we was built to last

An' you know this, I got some in my pocket
A caddie an' a truck, a phat wallet
A dirt bike, bike an' a go-cart
A skateboard, gun an' a snowboard

My white board because just passed
Summer's comin' up, river runs the hash
Me an' all my dogs, beers, tokin' buds
Workin' on our right under the sun

An' when the cold, we sit an' get stoned
Hollerin' at the hunny's, shit from Crows boat
An' if you dont know, I dont fuckin' care
Like, listen to a drunk hes yappin' in my ear

Talkin' this, talkin' that, you not makin' no
Like smokin' crack by a fence or bud when its
ever get it twisted, let me tell you again
The me L O C, sucka see ya, say

Time on slidin' through that hour glass
I, I to rip another vapor blast
Why do all these keep on talkin' trash?
'Cuz, you know that we was built to last

I be the kid with my pants sagged to my knees
Got my Vans on my feet, smoke a ounce a
rhymes to beats, intertwinin' with timin'
Rhymin' patters are scatterin', Im as high as the

Farmer are cattle, eatin' Valiums an'
On the side of a mountain, trees down for cabins
On the search for medallions, I about to burn like
Now they live in [Incomprehensible], how could you imagine?

Back in the day, I was a in the classroom
a attitude, babblin', on the desk, I was taggin'
While the teacher was talkin', the time I was nappin'
'Sides the fact, I was slackin', didnt care if I was

Relaxin' an' laughin', pencils an' [Incomprehensible]
Children for magazine, memories of
People, now gather, me, Im the D L O C
An' Ill I do is weed, son of a bitch

Time on slidin' through that hour glass
I, I to rip another vapor blast
Why do all these keep on talkin' trash?
'Cuz, 'cuz you know we was built to last