Luyện nghe bài hát Chrome Wheels

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

dollar 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, scramble
The jungle of while I rumble with the foul and trife
Shots fired on the in threes like Glen Rice
Made men think about 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 of my feet to the end of my hair
Move rear, cop the blue steel bare, groove to the
and drums, see my face in the slums

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

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 jeep, bang that shit retarded
Two on da road, Bobby he's a gangsta, yeah
No, no, no, no, no, no live it up, it up oh, no, no, no, yea, yea, yea

Woke up this morning, smoked sticky green 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 shit
Two on da road, Bobby Digital a gangsta, yeah
No, no, no, no, no, no, no