Luyện nghe bài hát Chill

Yea, yea, this sound like
One, two O'clock in the mornin' with the full out
Niggaz in they trucks
With a fresh box of ecstasy for these bitches

Yea, team select, please collect, G's
Thieves nigga the trees to the smoke fest
take a toke?
Yes, the zone I'm in
I'm Smithsonian nigga, fuck it call me Napoleon
Wave the torch, cut the off the Leviathan
The terminology I'm rhymin' in 'cause a frenzy up in
Hit ya, I'm get ya
And the bomb scripture at your Barmitzvah
Yo, map shit out, blast the speakers
With a wife on, bushes below, a new pair of sneakers
Street niggaz hang on the sidewalk, that's I learned my fly talk
Pimp strut and how to sky
Moderatin' how we the whole conglomerate
The way we honor it, you'll never it
See how we wreck, has a global effect, on even people
Young and restless to the old and feeble
them, Czechoslovakian to Yugoslavian niggaz
Be all into my bounce so be botherin', niggaz
So now you should feel the whole cathedralish
Put one in your stomach leave you in a crouch, nigga
My is spectacular
Strategic plans'll have you lookin' than a postal office massacre
Is so? Make moves just like a fatso
Bounce in a Astro after my gat blow

Aiyyo, get up, get up, get
Roll up, light up, and that 'dro
shake yo' hips and bounce real slow
Niggaz rep yo' hood, I'm that
All my niggaz if you me
Yea, I see you,
All my bitches, if you're me
Yea, I see you,

Yea, my whole entire mind state
astronomy and mathematics like Galileo
Smash you niggaz like mashed
Back niggaz used to rock Ballys and Clarks
I to watch, little niggaz shouldn't hustle nickel crack in the park
Barrels spray the flame in the dark
spill stain on the street, that's how niggaz be leavin they mark
Fuckin' diplomats who love Bailey's
and quickly get other money fuckin' with Israelis
So how we be symbolic to a handful of niggaz
be all schemin' on the same wallet
Them type that be conspirin' and kidnappin'
Shit happens, gun clap for you in a wrappin'
You follow how the style switch up
Like a group of religious niggaz schemin' to kill ArchBishop
You big nigga actin' all hard
Call me Atheist, I don't believe in you, God
It's like a grand feast celebratin' the of the century
I tote the recipe quick for any type of
Busta Rhymes the great renaissance and architect
Like how a Filippo portrait is so hard to get
We got the obscure shit for the
Nevertheless, we split your head and your chest, now rock to the
Yo, we got the obscure for the street
Nevertheless, we your head and your chest, now rock to the beat

Aiyyo, get up, get up, get
Roll up, light up, and smoke that
Bitch shake yo' hips and bounce slow
rep yo' hood, I'm with that
All my niggaz if you me
Yea, I see you,
All my bitches, if you're me
Yea, I see you,

at me now, c'mon
Yea, Busta Rhymes, cookin' up a little stew chicken
Dr. Dre niggaz, yea