Luyện nghe bài hát Chrome Wheels

Woke up this morning, 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

12 O'Clock RZA, Bob Digi, Sun
P. Sunn, 12 two on da road on this
12 O'Clock, I love my to death
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 Guess and an 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 off a dime from Gates and Best
Remember grandmother on Louis and Lex
I remember Dirt Dog crashed his Lex
I remember me and Meth won a game against
Ghost and Deck remember Portland had Drex'

Remember 12 O'Clock is a vet Big we put 'em to sleep
Keep 'em on a leash I move 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 police

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

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

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

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

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

We gamble the dice, remain humble, through
The jungle of life I rumble with the foul and trife
Shots fired on the block in threes Glen Rice
men think twice about the sacrifice
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 bottom of my to the end of my hair
Move rear, cop the blue bare, groove to the snare
and drums, see my face in the slums

Pedia Brown, media surround my
When you see me in the of ya town, respect my sound
Sample with black, criminal, rap
Assemblin' hat, laced in a suit 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 green to get me
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 he's a gangsta,
No, no, no, no, no, no live it up, it up oh, no, no, no, yea, yea, yea

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