Luyện nghe bài hát Chrome Wheels

Woke up this morning, some sticky green to get me started
Thai, all in my eye, I'm never broken-hearted
Bang us in cars, bang us in your jeep, bang that shit retarded

12 RZA, Bob Digi, Sun Zeini
P. Sunn, 12 two on da road on this
12 O'Clock, I love my brother to
That old hip-hop, this Hot Nix', you know? Big tits

I love my brother to death, pussy to the rest
Shared a pair of and an Eddie Bauer vest
A bitch named Celeste I met her I was goin'
To cash a Def Jam she had some big ass breasts
I had to catch her a shortstop on the Mets

A nigga high off a dime from Gates and
grandmother live on Louis and Lex
I Dirt Dog crashed his white Lex
I remember me and Meth won a game against
Ghost and remember Portland had Clyde Drex'

Remember 12 O'Clock is a vet Big we put 'em to sleep
Keep 'em on a I move like days in a week
Niggaz don't know the face and on my teeth
Niggaz carry a cold piece, and separate the
Ain't scared of the motherfuckin'

Yo, yo, guns up, I'm crammed up in my lab
Six niggaz, six bitches, two fifths and bags
One toilet, weed heads, an alcoholic and two
Niggaz hooked on pussy and in the corner, was brother
Who would his lessons and learned how operate

The Smith and the Wesson still cut and played hookey
Threw fresh in garbage cans, gave 'em nookies
Rolled the, back of the bus a gun in his socks
Big forehead, had ears like
He was mightier than a truckload of
And bound to make the bitch cum in six flat

What up kid? Stay winnin' seen you good
You look live in ya linen and you survived innin'
The got us off the prop without women
All my niggaz ride that provide to the end of this

nothin' but the real, yeah
Ain't but the real
Ain't but the real, yeah

Million deals, rollin' on Chrome Wheels
Yeah, uh-huh, yeah ain't but the real
This one's on P. Sunn, word up? Yeah,

We gamble the dice, remain humble, through
The jungle of life I rumble with the foul and trife
Shots fired on the in threes like Glen Rice
Made men think twice the sacrifice
Black on white, write it for the world to

Write it for my fam who not who do care
and stare, why when you can't compare?
From the bottom of my feet to the end of my
rear, cop the blue steel bare, groove to the snare
Bass and drums, see my face in the

Pedia Brown, media surround my
you see me in the hood of ya town, respect my sound
Sample black, criminal, chemical rap
hat, laced in a suit from Phat
Two on da Road, got bitches screamin, "Who Dat?"
Two with the plaques, two with the gats, like that

up this morning, smoked some sticky green to get me started
Chocolate Thai, all in my eye, I'm broken-hearted
us in your cars, bang us in your jeep, bang that shit retarded
Two on da road, Bobby Digital a gangsta, yeah
No, no, no, no, no, no it up, live it up oh, no, no, no, yea, yea, yea

Woke up this morning, smoked some sticky to get me started
Thai, all in my eye, I'm never broken-hearted
Bang us in your cars, bang us in your jeep, bang that retarded
Two on da road, Bobby Digital he's a gangsta,
No, no, no, no, no, no, no