Luyện nghe bài hát Ceazar Enrico

THE PHONE RANG, IT WAS A GUY THAT I
AND HE SAID,THEY'RE
EVERY COUNT
HE SAYS THEY'RE

(ANDRE)
TIGER, I THINK YOU GET IT RIGHT
'cause SHIT GO BUMP IN THE
CAME UP OUT THA
NOW IT'S ALL
AND WITH MY BLADE I CUT LIKE NO
THE RUNNIN' OF THE BULLS, IT'S THE MATADOOR
PEP MY NEW SHOES ON THE MARBLE FLOOR
ROLL AROUND LIKE A COPO, EATIN' ON
I SHOOTIN' MY EYES CLOSE
HOPE I MISSIN'
FIRIN' UP WEED THE EARLY MORNIN'
IT'S A LIL BIT LONLEY MY GIRL IS GONE
GOT MY SO CALLED
YEA IM
AND YOU COP SUCKA FUCKAS DEAL WITH THAT
'cause IM LOOSE LIKE GUN POWDA' HITTIN' IN CANNON
FLY BY ME DONT THINK ABOUT
THINK CRASHIN'
'cause IM TO FALL
AND NOT I BREAK THESE LAWS
MUTHAFUCKA IT'S THE DEVILS HEART BEATING IN EAR
HEAR THE CONTRACT SOLD MY CAREER
AND IM CHILLIN RIGHT HEAR MUTHAFUCKA IN THE PHYSICAL
GREW MY BACK JUST SO I CAN HIDE MY HORNS
NA
I'VE SEEN THE ON THE SCENE
MY RAP SOUND BETTER WITH ON THE SCENE
FILLMO KAMIKAZE A RAP
GOTTA HAVE A WEED WITH MY PARTY PACK
LIKE THAT
SHIT CAN LIKE ROW MELLOW
STIR IT UP TILL THE ROCKS UP AND YELLOW
HEAVILY FIBER ITS THE GOD OF
WISHES OF MY VERDIGO ON
KNOCKIN' ON THE GATES HIGH OFF BOMB
AND YOU CAN SEE MY IF YOU READ MY PALM
ITS LIKE

ENRICO BANDELLO....
FRANSICO... AND ANRECO....(A OF TIMES)

THIS OUT DONT MOVE
I HOLD YOU LIKE A GROVE
IN MY MIND AND MY IMA BREAK RULES
NEW CREW
IT'S SOMETHING LIKE THE COYOTE
COMIN' DOWN ON YOUR TOWN LIKE BLACK
IN CUTS AN' WRAPPED UP IN THE INDICA
RHYMES ARE RIPPED AND HOLLOW TIPS THEY HITTIN' YA
MAN THEY AINT A FRIEND OF YA
SO IT AIN'T NO MY MIND WHEN THEY GETTIN' YA
TURN LIKE A TOP SPITTIN' IT GETS
TELL A RECORD LABEL DIE IF THEY THE CHECK
'cause ITS RIGHT HOMIE
THE FOR CASH
YOU GET IT, THEN YOU SPLIT IT THEN YOU HIT IT AN'
YOU TALK A SQUIRREL
I HOPE YOU A SQWILLA
YOU LOOKIN AT A NEWER FOOL RAP DRUG
TAKE
UP LIKE A PLANE RIDE
WHY OH WHY DO I REMAIN
SHOOTIN AT THE SKY THATS MY HEAD
HOPING THAT THE BULLETS ALL WAKE THE
LOUD ENOUGH DAT IT SHAKE THEY BED
BUT QUIET ENOUGH DAT IT DONT THE FEDS
I FLY LIKE A BAT OUTTA' HELL
THATS FOR
LIKE A PRISONER SITTIN IN JAIL
WHEN IT COMES TO THESE RYMES BETTA' GET THE
OR ACT LIKE YOUR FUCKING READ IT IN BRAILLE
NIGGA CRIME
NO ON THE RIDE
ALL IN YOUR ITS A SIGN OF THE TIMES
HEAVILY ITS THE GOD OF KHAN
WITNESS AS MY PASSES ON
STANDIN AT THE GATES HIGH OFF BOMB
AND YOU CAN SEE MY IF YOU READ MY PALM

CEAZOR BANDELLO....
FRANSICO... AND ANRECO....(A COUPLE TIMES)

(SONG FADES)