Luyện nghe bài hát Chrome Wheels

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

12 O'Clock RZA, Bob Digi, Sun
P. Sunn, 12 two on da road on this
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, pussy to the rest
Shared a pair of Guess and an Bauer vest
A bitch named I met her when I was goin'
To cash a Def Jam check she had big ass breasts
I had to her like a shortstop on the Mets

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

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

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

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

What up kid? Stay winnin' you look good
You look live in ya linen and you ninth innin'
The hood got us off the prop women
All my niggaz that ride that to the end of this

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

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

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

it for my fam who not here who do care
Glance and stare, why when you compare?
From the bottom of my feet to the end of my
Move rear, cop the steel bare, groove to the snare
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 black, criminal, chemical rap
Assemblin' hat, laced in a suit from
Two on da Road, got them screamin, "Who Dat?"
Two the plaques, two with the gats, it's like that

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