Luyện nghe bài hát Call of Da Wild

I'll be coming around the when I come kicking one for the treble
Y'all can't to my level, I'm like the devil or whatever
I'm up and throwing 'em down like dishes
me Kenny Anderson cause I slam those Southern bitches
I ain't bragging, folks me up and down the road
To be fucked up when I into my clowning mode
Then go to clown up on they ass Bozo
Oh no, dance on top of they asses like I was Jo Jo Dancer
Come Comet, come Dasher, Prancer
Come niggas machine guns, I think that is the answer
But the question 'Should we take that bullshit them people?'
I'm 300 on my SAT and I am equal
no sequel, no saga, no way out, I'm nervous
I've had it up to forehead of trying to serve us
To is really becoming a very stressful journey
I feel like a steering wheel, for them is to turn me
a hate monger, and I'm wishing and I wonder
Damn, I graduate before I hit the summer
I think not, Friendly trying to dig up in me
He said I'm assed and got no future
And so he sent me up the and shit
Stroking hell without no paddle
But niggas is getting smart, we on the saddle
No longer, y'all know y'all had us for some years
the call of da wild nigga, uh, there it is

I hear voices in my head and they keep me

As I step, the is empty
No as I serve with my Southern dialect, so I get respect
call me T, it's a T thing with a G swing
Let my nuts hang down to the flo'
Smoking that dang dang, making mics
In my 2-8-0 Z, can see me
Cruising the block, just like I was a squirrel
In a full of nuts, damn
I'd be mad even if I called him Uncle Sam
So bring dough to the Mo-B
T-Mo, Khujo, Cee-Lo, J and my homie be
Don't flex on next, I break too
Rollin with Outkast, PA, Mob for the 94

Yeah, you know I'm sayin?

I hear in my head and they keep callin me

Yeah, I'm bucking motherfuckers
Not ducking 'em the goose, I'm heavily strapped, yeah niggas
Squeezin rhymes like noose around your neck
You can't hang with this, see ain't no thangs to
I show no pity so take off because I'm
I breaks 'em off I was Beat Street, see I be breaking
Speaking of breaking, on how to get your life taken, boy
around with me will get your cabbage cut, your wig split
Simply I'm bringing the funk with the hollow tips
shit is how I'm kicking it
Comin around the ghetto, victims as a tack on a jackass
So fuck it or flip it, I'll still be a
Puffy afro with naps off in my hair
Shit, quickly how I run my shit and that's how it be
That nigga B-O-I, that be me, ye
See I'm a player, got my on
Thinking about the and thickness of my bankroll
You see that is in my shit like colon cancer
though I never smoke that shit like...yeah
I give a of da wild to my niggaz around the projects
So flex or get served with a pop neck shit
OG, gangsta, not quite
But maybe when I'm up, lifting weights, getting swole right
Life's a bitch with a G-string cause off in your ass it hey
So you can see who can really
But y'all don't do nothing, y'all can go to hell
Ain't no players in office I'm locked off in a cell
So can you feel me,

I hear voices in my and they keep callin me

Khujo, in dope, bring it
I got more than the average Joe
So come 'round me with your flim flam, hot damn
a jack, top of the burbs, and my notebook is a bird
K's into capping
to do more load, so my fire looking through the want ads
And only red hot, desire in your pot with something
But you can't feel it, sticking out monkey ass
I let shit rot in the past, now it's time to blast they ass
Mr. Knighton take off hat
Can't even my wear my in
Demon eye scoping, oh my, peripheral got it
you go on your hoe's bar
Decisions, decisions to make, oops, comes the Goodie Mo crew
And they just want to battle you
Out the quickness
The price of living is beginning to be a business
Unkay, Parkay.
How do you like the taste of hot butter melting through biscuits?
This is brain on drugs, this is your brain,
Don't cut I hang with before there were apartments
In Chapel Forest, getting horrid
The child is on the prowl, yeah!
I let out a to the wild
I let out a call to the