Luyện nghe bài hát Chrome Wheels

Woke up this morning, smoked some 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 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 this Hot Nix', you Big tits

I love my brother to death, nigga to the rest
Shared a pair of Guess and an Eddie vest
A bitch named 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 on the Mets

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

Remember 12 O'Clock is a vet Big Dogs we put 'em to
'em on a leash I move like days in a week
Niggaz don't the face and names on my teeth
Niggaz carry a 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
hooked on pussy and in the corner, was this brother
Who would study his lessons and learned how

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

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

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

dollar deals, rollin' on Chrome Wheels
Yeah, uh-huh, yeah nothin' but the real
This one's on P. Sunn, word up? Yeah,

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

Write it for my fam who not here who do
Glance and stare, why when you can't
From the of my feet 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
you see me in the hood of ya town, respect my sound
Sample black, criminal, chemical rap
Assemblin' hat, laced in a from Phat
Two on da Road, got them screamin, "Who Dat?"
Two the plaques, two with the gats, it's like that

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
Two on da road, Digital 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 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, that shit retarded
Two on da road, Bobby Digital he's a gangsta,
No, no, no, no, no, no, no