Luyện nghe bài hát Chill

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

Yea, select, please collect, G's connect
Thieves nigga the trees to the smoke fest
Wanna take a
Yes, the newest I'm in
I'm like Smithsonian nigga, fuck it me Napoleon
the torch, cut the head off the Leviathan
The terminology I'm rhymin' in 'cause a up in Ireland
Hit ya, I'm get ya
And drop the bomb scripture at Barmitzvah
Yo, map out, blast through the speakers
With a wife beater on, bushes below, a new of sneakers
Street niggaz hang on the sidewalk, that's I learned my fly talk
strut and how to sky walk
Moderatin' how we establish the whole
The way we honor it, you'll conquer it
See how we wreck, has a global effect, on even people
Young and down to the old and feeble
them, Czechoslovakian to Yugoslavian niggaz
Be all into my bounce so be botherin', niggaz
So now you should the whole cathedralish bounce
Put one in your stomach leave you in a fetalish crouch,
My vernacular is
Strategic plans'll you lookin' wacker than a postal office massacre
Is that so? moves just like a fatso
Bounce in a Astro after my gat blow

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

Yea, my entire mind state deeper
Than astronomy and mathematics like
Smash you like mashed potato
Back niggaz used to rock Ballys and Clarks
I to watch, little niggaz shouldn't hustle nickel crack in the park
Barrels spray the brighter in the dark
Blood stain on the street, that's how niggaz be leavin they mark
Fuckin' with diplomats who love
Monopolize and get other money fuckin' with Israelis
So solid how we be symbolic to a of niggaz
That be all schemin' on the wallet
Them type that be conspirin' and kidnappin'
Shit happens, gun clap for you in a gift
You should follow how the switch up
Like a group of niggaz schemin' to kill they ArchBishop
You big pussy actin' all hard
me Atheist, because I don't believe in you, God
It's like a feast celebratin' the bounce of the century
I tote the recipe quick for any type of
Busta the great renaissance artist and architect
Like how a Brunelleschi portrait is so hard to get
We got the shit for the street
Nevertheless, we split your head and chest, now rock to the beat
Yo, we got the shit for the street
Nevertheless, we split your and your chest, now rock to the beat

Aiyyo, get up, get up, get
Roll up, light up, and that 'dro
Bitch shake yo' and bounce real 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 brown stew
Dr. Dre niggaz, yea