Luyện nghe bài hát Chill

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

Yea, select, please collect, G's connect
Thieves 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 drop the bomb scripture at Barmitzvah
Yo, map shit out, blast the speakers
With a wife beater on, bushes below, a new of sneakers
Street niggaz on the sidewalk, that's where I learned my fly talk
strut 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 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 should the whole cathedralish bounce
Put one in your stomach leave you in a fetalish crouch,
My is spectacular
Strategic plans'll have you lookin' wacker than a postal massacre
Is that so? Make moves just like a
Bounce in a Astro after my gat blow

Aiyyo, get up, get up, get
Roll up, light up, and that 'dro
Bitch shake yo' hips and bounce 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 state deeper
Than and mathematics like Galileo
Smash you niggaz mashed potato
Back when niggaz used to rock Ballys and
I used to watch, little niggaz shouldn't hustle nickel in the park
Barrels spray the brighter flame in the
spill stain on the street, that's how niggaz be leavin they mark
Fuckin' diplomats who love Bailey's
and quickly get other money fuckin' with Israelis
So solid how we be to a handful of niggaz
be all schemin' on the same wallet
Them niggaz that be conspirin' and kidnappin'
happens, gun clap for you in a gift wrappin'
You should how the style switch up
Like a group of religious niggaz to kill they ArchBishop
You big pussy nigga actin' all
Call me Atheist, I don't believe in you, God
It's like a grand feast the bounce of the century
I tote the recipe quick for any of discrepancy
Rhymes the great renaissance artist and architect
Like how a Brunelleschi portrait is so hard to get
We got the shit for the street
Nevertheless, we split your head and your chest, now 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 that 'dro
Bitch shake yo' hips and bounce slow
rep yo' hood, I'm with that
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