Luyện nghe bài hát Built to Last

You gonna hit weed up in the motherfucker?
DJ Bobby B,

Time keeps on slidin' through that glass
I, I need to rip another vapor
Why do all these keep on talkin' trash?
'Cuz, you know 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 betta make way, Ive been know to the spot
Mr. Ginseu an' Bobby Suenam
We like Voltron, connected by the feet
So room to reach, we transform the beat

With the ill techniques, stick like 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 blow the
I penetrate its deep, you know I smoke my pot
Everyday I ripped, they call me D L to the C
eva get it twisted, ya na mean

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

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

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

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

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

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

I be the kid with my straight sagged to my knees
Got my Vans on my feet, smoke a a week
Writin' rhymes to beats, with timin'
Rhymin' are scatterin', Im as high as the Heavens

Farmer are cattle, eatin' an' tatilen
On the side of a mountain, choppin' down for cabins
On the search for medallions, I about to like dragons
Now live in your [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', half the time I was
'Sides the fact, I was slackin', didnt care if I was

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 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