Luyện nghe bài hát Call of Da Wild

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

I hear in my head and they keep callin me

As I step, the stage is
No words as I serve with my dialect, so I get respect
Don't call me T, it's a T with a G swing
Let my nuts down to the flo' main
Smoking that dang, making mics swang
In my Z, nobody can see me
down the block, just like I was a squirrel
In a world full of nuts,
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
flex on next, I break necks too
Rollin with Outkast, PA, Mob for the 94

Yeah, you what I'm sayin?

I voices in my head and they keep callin me

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

I hear voices in my head and keep callin me

Khujo, coming in dope, it
I got more problems than the Joe
So don't come 'round me with your flam, hot damn
It's a jack, top of the burbs, and my notebook is a
K's madness into
Throwing to do more load, so my looking through the want ads
And only red hot, desire in your pot something wicked
But you feel it, sticking out your monkey ass
I could let shit rot in the past, now it's time to they ass
Mr. Knighton off your hat
Can't my wear my locs in
eye scoping, oh my, peripheral vision got it
Made you go on hoe's bar
Decisions, decisions to make, oops, comes the Goodie Mo crew
And just might want to battle you
Out the quickness
The price of living is beginning to be a risky
Unkay, Parkay.
How do you like the taste of hot butter melting through biscuits?
This is your brain on drugs, this is brain,
Don't cut niggas I hang with there were apartments
In Chapel Forest, it's horrid
The hunting is on the prowl, yeah!
I let out a call to the
I let out a call to the