Luyện nghe bài hát Chill

Yea, yea, this shit like
One, two O'clock in the mornin' with the 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 a toke?
Yes, the zone 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 beater on, bushes below, a new pair of
Street niggaz hang on the sidewalk, that's where I learned my fly
strut and how to sky walk
Moderatin' how we establish the whole
The way we it, you'll never 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 be botherin', niggaz
So now you should feel the whole bounce
Put one in your leave you in a fetalish crouch, nigga
My vernacular is
plans'll have you lookin' wacker than a postal office massacre
Is that so? moves just like a fatso
Bounce in a 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
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,

Yea, my whole entire mind deeper
Than astronomy and mathematics Galileo
Smash you like mashed potato
Back when niggaz to rock Ballys and Clarks
I used to watch, little niggaz 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 who love Bailey's
Monopolize and quickly get other money fuckin' with
So solid how we be to a handful of niggaz
be all schemin' on the same wallet
Them type that be conspirin' and kidnappin'
happens, gun clap for you in a gift wrappin'
You should follow how the switch up
Like a group of religious schemin' to kill they ArchBishop
You big pussy nigga actin' all
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 quick for any of discrepancy
Busta Rhymes the great renaissance artist and
Like how a Filippo portrait is so hard to get
We got the obscure shit for the
Nevertheless, we split your head and your chest, now to the beat
Yo, we got the obscure shit for the
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
shake yo' hips 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 with me
Yea, I see you,

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