Luyện nghe bài hát Built to Last

You gonna hit some weed up in the
DJ Bobby B,

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

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

You make way, Ive been know to blow the spot
Mr. Ginseu an' Bobby Suenam
We form like Voltron, by the feet
So room to reach, we transform the beat

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

Table combat, son, you blow 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 through that hour glass
I, I need to rip another blast
Why do all these keep on talkin' trash?
'Cuz, 'cuz you know that we was built to

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

My white board winter just passed
comin' up, river runs with the hash
Me an' all my dogs, drinkin' beers, tokin'
on our trucks right under the sun

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

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

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

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

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
With a attitude, babblin', on the desk, I was
While the teacher was talkin', half the time I was
'Sides the fact, I was slackin', care if I was passin'

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

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