Luyện nghe bài hát Chrome Wheels

Woke up morning, smoked some sticky green to get me started
Chocolate Thai, all in my eye, I'm broken-hearted
Bang us in your cars, bang us in your jeep, bang that retarded

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

I love my brother to death, nigga to the rest
Shared a pair of and an Eddie Bauer vest
A bitch named Celeste I met her when I was
To cash a Def Jam check she had some big ass
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 dice 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 leash I like days in a week
Niggaz don't know the and names on my teeth
Niggaz a cold piece, and separate the heat
Ain't of the motherfuckin' police

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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