Luyện nghe bài hát Chill

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

Yea, team select, collect, G's connect
Thieves nigga the trees to the smoke fest
Wanna a toke?
Yes, the newest I'm in
I'm like Smithsonian nigga, fuck it me Napoleon
Wave the torch, cut the head off the
The I'm rhymin' in 'cause a frenzy up in Ireland
Hit ya, I'm get ya
And the bomb scripture at your Barmitzvah
Yo, map out, blast through the speakers
With a wife on, bushes below, a new pair of sneakers
Street niggaz hang on the sidewalk, that's where I my fly talk
Pimp and how to sky walk
how we establish the whole conglomerate
The way we honor it, you'll never it
See how we wreck, has a global effect, on even people
and restless down to the old and feeble
Peep them, Czechoslovakian to niggaz
Be all into my bounce so don't be botherin',
So now you should the whole cathedralish bounce
Put one in your stomach you in a fetalish crouch, nigga
My is spectacular
Strategic plans'll have you lookin' wacker a postal office massacre
Is that so? moves just like a fatso
in a Minivan Astro after my gat blow

Aiyyo, get up, get up, get
Roll up, light up, and smoke that
Bitch shake yo' hips and real slow
Niggaz rep yo' hood, I'm with
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 deeper
Than astronomy and mathematics Galileo
Smash you niggaz like mashed
Back when used to rock Ballys and Clarks
I used to watch, niggaz shouldn't hustle nickel crack in the park
spray the brighter flame in the dark
Blood spill on the street, that's how niggaz be leavin they mark
Fuckin' with diplomats who Bailey's
Monopolize and quickly get other money fuckin' Israelis
So solid how we be symbolic to a handful of
That be all on the same wallet
type niggaz that be conspirin' and kidnappin'
Shit happens, gun clap for you in a gift
You should how the style switch up
Like a group of religious niggaz schemin' to kill ArchBishop
You big pussy nigga actin' all
me Atheist, because I don't believe 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 great renaissance and architect
Like how a Filippo portrait is so hard to get
We got the shit for the street
Nevertheless, we split your and your chest, now rock to the beat
Yo, we got the shit for the street
Nevertheless, we your head and your chest, now rock to the beat

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

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