Luyện nghe bài hát Chrome Wheels

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

I love my to death, nigga pussy to the rest
Shared a pair of and an Eddie 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 catch her a shortstop on the Mets

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

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

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

The Smith and the Wesson still cut and played hookey
fresh mens 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 kid? Stay seen you look good
You look in ya linen and you survived ninth innin'
The hood got us off the without women
All my niggaz that ride provide to the end of this

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

Million dollar deals, rollin' on Chrome
Yeah, uh-huh, yeah ain't 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 with the foul and trife
Shots on the block in threes like Glen Rice
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 you can't compare?
From the bottom of my feet to the end of my
Move rear, cop the steel bare, groove to the snare
Bass and drums, see my face in the

Brown, media surround my sound
When you see me in the hood of ya town, respect my
Sample with black, criminal, 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, it's like

Woke up this morning, 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, 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 to get me started
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