Luyện nghe bài hát Chill

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

Yea, team select, collect, G's connect
Thieves direct the trees to the smoke fest
Wanna take a
Yes, the newest I'm in
I'm like nigga, fuck it call me Napoleon
Wave the torch, cut the head off the
The terminology I'm in 'cause a frenzy up in Ireland
Hit ya, I'm get ya
And drop the bomb at your Barmitzvah
Yo, map shit out, blast the speakers
With a wife beater on, below, a new pair of sneakers
Street hang on the sidewalk, that's where I learned my fly talk
strut and how to sky walk
Moderatin' how we establish the conglomerate
The way we honor it, you'll conquer it
See how we wreck, has a effect, on even Polish people
Young and restless to the old and feeble
Peep them, to Yugoslavian niggaz
Be all into my bounce so don't be botherin',
So now you should feel the cathedralish bounce
Put one in your stomach leave you in a fetalish crouch,
My vernacular is
Strategic plans'll have you lookin' wacker a postal office massacre
Is that so? Make moves just like a
in a Minivan Astro after my gat blow

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

Holla at me now,
Yea, Busta Rhymes, cookin' up a brown stew chicken
Dr. Dre niggaz, yea