Luyện nghe bài hát Chrome Wheels

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 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 brother to
old hip-hop, catch this Hot Nix', you know? Big tits

I love my brother to death, nigga pussy to the
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 like a on the Mets

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

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

Yo, yo, jammed up, I'm crammed up in my lab
Six niggaz, six bitches, two fifths and eight
One toilet, three heads, an alcoholic and two
Niggaz hooked on pussy and in the corner, was this
Who would study his lessons and how operate

The and the Wesson still cut class and played hookey
Threw fresh 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 of gats
And bound to make the bitch cum in six minutes

What up kid? Stay 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 nothin' but the
nothin' but the real, yeah

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

We gamble the dice, humble, scramble through
The jungle of life while I rumble with the foul and
Shots fired on the block in threes like Glen
Made men think twice about the
Black on white, write it for the to hear

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

Pedia Brown, surround my sound
When you see me in the hood of ya town, 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, 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, us in your jeep, bang that shit retarded
Two on da road, Bobby he's a gangsta, yeah
No, no, no, no, no, no it up, live it up oh, no, no, no, yea, yea, yea

up this morning, smoked some sticky 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, Digital he's a gangsta, yeah
No, no, no, no, no, no, no