Luyện nghe bài hát Chill

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

Yea, team select, collect, G's connect
nigga direct the trees to the smoke fest
Wanna take a
Yes, the zone I'm in
I'm like nigga, fuck it call me Napoleon
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
a wife beater on, bushes below, a new pair of sneakers
Street niggaz hang on the sidewalk, where I learned my fly talk
Pimp strut and how to sky
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
them, Czechoslovakian to Yugoslavian niggaz
Be all into my bounce so don't be botherin',
So now you feel the whole cathedralish bounce
Put one in your stomach leave you in a fetalish crouch,
My is spectacular
Strategic plans'll you lookin' wacker than a postal office massacre
Is that so? Make moves just a fatso
Bounce in a Minivan Astro my gat blow

Aiyyo, get up, get up, get
Roll up, light up, and smoke that
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 you're me
Yea, I see you,

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

Aiyyo, get up, get up, get
Roll up, up, and smoke that 'dro
Bitch shake yo' hips and bounce real
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, Busta Rhymes, cookin' up a little stew chicken
Dr. Dre niggaz, yea