Luyện nghe bài hát Chill

Yea, yea, this shit sound
One, two O'clock in the mornin' with the moon out
Niggaz in trucks creepin'
a fresh box of ecstasy pills for these bitches

Yea, team select, please collect, G's
Thieves direct the trees to the smoke fest
Wanna take a
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 'cause a frenzy up in
Hit ya, I'm get ya
And drop the scripture at your Barmitzvah
Yo, map shit out, through the speakers
With a wife beater on, bushes below, a new of sneakers
Street hang on the sidewalk, that's where I learned my fly talk
Pimp strut and how to sky
Moderatin' how we establish the whole
The way we honor it, never conquer it
See how we wreck, has a effect, on even Polish people
Young and restless down to the old and
them, Czechoslovakian to Yugoslavian niggaz
Be all into my so don't be botherin', niggaz
So now you should feel the whole bounce
Put one in your stomach leave you in a crouch, nigga
My vernacular is
Strategic plans'll have you lookin' than a postal office massacre
Is that so? Make moves like a fatso
in a Minivan Astro after my gat blow

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

Yea, my whole entire mind state
Than astronomy and mathematics Galileo
Smash you niggaz mashed potato
Back when niggaz used to rock Ballys and
I used to watch, little niggaz shouldn't hustle crack in the park
Barrels spray the brighter flame in the
Blood spill stain on the street, that's how niggaz be leavin they
with diplomats who love Bailey's
Monopolize and quickly get other money with Israelis
So solid how we be symbolic to a of niggaz
That be all on the same wallet
type niggaz that be conspirin' and kidnappin'
Shit happens, gun clap for you in a wrappin'
You should how the style switch up
Like a group of niggaz schemin' to kill they ArchBishop
You big pussy nigga all hard
Call me Atheist, because I believe in you, God
like a grand feast celebratin' the bounce of the century
I tote the recipe for any type of discrepancy
Rhymes the great renaissance artist and architect
Like how a Filippo portrait is so hard to get
We got the shit for the street
Nevertheless, we your head and your chest, now rock to the beat
Yo, we got the shit for the street
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 shake yo' 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 you're me
Yea, I see you,

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