Luyện nghe bài hát Chill

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

Yea, select, please collect, G's connect
Thieves nigga direct the to the smoke fest
take 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 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 shit out, blast the speakers
With a wife on, bushes below, a new pair of sneakers
Street niggaz hang on the sidewalk, where I learned my fly talk
Pimp and how to sky walk
Moderatin' how we establish the whole
The way we honor it, never conquer it
See how we wreck, has a global effect, on even people
Young and restless down to the old and
Peep them, Czechoslovakian to niggaz
Be all into my bounce so don't be botherin',
So now you should feel the whole cathedralish
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
Bounce in a Minivan after my gat blow

Aiyyo, get up, get up, get
Roll up, 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,

Yea, my whole mind state deeper
astronomy and mathematics like Galileo
Smash you niggaz like mashed
Back niggaz used to rock Ballys and Clarks
I used to watch, little shouldn't hustle nickel 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 Bailey's
Monopolize and quickly get other fuckin' with Israelis
So solid how we be symbolic to a handful of
That be all schemin' on the wallet
Them niggaz that be conspirin' and kidnappin'
Shit happens, gun clap for you in a wrappin'
You follow how the style switch up
a group of religious niggaz schemin' to kill they ArchBishop
You big pussy actin' all hard
Call me Atheist, because I don't in you, God
It's like a grand feast celebratin' the bounce of the
I tote the recipe for any type of discrepancy
Busta Rhymes the great artist and architect
Like how a Filippo portrait is so hard to get
We got the obscure shit for the
Nevertheless, we split your head and chest, now rock to the beat
Yo, we got the obscure for the street
Nevertheless, we split head and your 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 with me
Yea, I see you,

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