Luyện nghe bài hát Chill

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

Yea, team select, collect, G's connect
Thieves nigga the trees to the smoke fest
Wanna a toke?
Yes, the zone I'm in
I'm like Smithsonian nigga, fuck it call me
Wave the torch, cut the head off the
The terminology I'm rhymin' in a frenzy up in Ireland
Hit ya, I'm get ya
And drop the bomb scripture at your
Yo, map shit out, blast the speakers
With a wife beater on, bushes below, a new of sneakers
Street niggaz hang on the sidewalk, that's where I learned my fly
strut and how to sky walk
Moderatin' how we the whole conglomerate
The way we it, you'll never conquer it
See how we wreck, has a effect, on even Polish people
and restless down to the old and feeble
Peep them, to Yugoslavian niggaz
Be all into my so don't be botherin', niggaz
So now you should feel the whole cathedralish
Put one in your stomach leave you in a crouch, nigga
My vernacular is
Strategic plans'll have you lookin' wacker than a postal massacre
Is that so? Make moves just a fatso
Bounce in a Minivan Astro after my gat

Aiyyo, get up, get up, get
Roll up, light up, and that 'dro
Bitch shake yo' hips and bounce real
Niggaz rep yo' hood, I'm with
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 and mathematics like Galileo
Smash you like mashed potato
Back when used to rock Ballys and Clarks
I used to watch, little niggaz shouldn't hustle crack in the park
Barrels the brighter flame in the dark
Blood spill on the street, that's how niggaz be leavin they mark
Fuckin' with diplomats who love
Monopolize and quickly get other money fuckin' with
So solid how we be symbolic to a of niggaz
That be all schemin' on the wallet
Them type niggaz be conspirin' and kidnappin'
happens, gun clap for you in a gift wrappin'
You should follow how the style up
Like a group of religious niggaz schemin' to kill ArchBishop
You big nigga actin' all hard
Call me Atheist, because I don't in you, God
It's a grand feast celebratin' the bounce of the century
I tote the recipe quick for any of discrepancy
Busta Rhymes the renaissance artist and architect
Like how a Filippo Brunelleschi is so hard to get
We got the obscure for the street
Nevertheless, we split your and your chest, now rock to the beat
Yo, we got the obscure shit for the
Nevertheless, we split your head and chest, now rock to the beat

Aiyyo, get up, get up, get
Roll up, light up, and smoke 'dro
Bitch 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,

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