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 stoop to my level, I'm like the devil or
I'm picking up and throwing 'em down like
Call me Kenny Anderson cause I slam Southern bitches
I ain't bragging, folks dragging me up and down the
To be up when I gets into my clowning mode
Then go to up on they ass like Bozo
Oh no, then dance on top of they like I was Jo Jo Dancer
Comet, come Dasher, come Prancer
Come with machine guns, I think that is the answer
But the question 'Should we take that bullshit them people?'
I'm making 300 on my SAT and I am
Ain't no sequel, no saga, no way out, I'm
I've had it up to of niggas trying to serve us
To graduate is really a very stressful journey
I feel like a steering wheel, for is trying to turn me
a hate monger, and I'm wishing and I wonder
Damn, will I graduate I hit the summer
I think not, Officer 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 like without no paddle
But niggas is smart, we back on the saddle
No longer, y'all know y'all had us down for some
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 is empty
No words as I serve my Southern dialect, so I get respect
Don't call me T, it's a T thing with a G
Let my nuts hang down to the flo'
that dang dang, making mics swang
In my 2-8-0 Z, can see me
down the block, just like I was a squirrel
In a full of nuts, damn
I'd probably be mad even if I him Uncle Sam
So bring to the Goodie Mo-B
T-Mo, Khujo, Cee-Lo, J and my rather be
Don't on next, I break necks too
Rollin Outkast, PA, Goodie Mob for the 94

Yeah, you know what I'm

I hear voices in my head and they keep me

Yeah, I'm bucking motherfuckers
Not ducking 'em the goose, I'm heavily strapped, yeah niggas
Squeezin rhymes that noose around your neck
You can't hang with this, see no thangs to this
I show no so take off because I'm dangerous
I breaks 'em off I was Beat Street, see I be breaking
of breaking, break on how to get your life taken, boy
Fucking around with me will get your cabbage cut, wig split
Simply means I'm the funk with the hollow tips
shit is how I'm kicking it
Comin around the ghetto, victims soft as a tack on a
So it or flip it, I'll still be a player
Puffy afro with naps off in my hair
Shit, that's quickly how I run my and that's how it be
That nigga B-I-G B-O-I, be me, ye
See I'm a player, got my on
Thinking about the and thickness of my bankroll
You see that cash is in my shit like colon
though I never smoke that shit like...yeah
I give a call of da wild to my niggaz around the
So don't flex or get served with a pop neck
OG, gangsta, not quite
But maybe when I'm locked up, weights, getting swole right
Life's a bitch with a G-string off in your ass with it hey
So you can see who can hang
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 me, nigga

I hear voices in my head and they callin me

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