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 cars, bang us in your jeep, bang that shit retarded

12 O'Clock RZA, Bob Digi, Sun
P. Sunn, 12 O'Clock two on da on this
12 O'Clock, I love my to death
old hip-hop, catch this Hot Nix', you know? Big tits

I love my to death, nigga pussy to the rest
Shared a pair of Guess and an Eddie Bauer
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 like a shortstop on the

A nigga off a dime from Gates and Best
grandmother live on Louis and Lex
I remember Dog crashed his white 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 like days in a
Niggaz don't know the face and names on my
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 heads, an alcoholic and two
Niggaz on pussy and in the corner, was this brother
Who would study his lessons and how operate

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

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

Ain't nothin' but the real,
Ain't but the real
nothin' 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, humble, scramble through
The jungle of life while I with the foul and trife
Shots fired on the in threes like Glen Rice
Made men think about the sacrifice
Black on white, write it for the world to

Write it for my fam who not who do care
and stare, why when you can't compare?
From the bottom of my feet to the end of my
Move rear, cop the blue steel bare, to the snare
Bass and drums, see my in the slums

Pedia Brown, media surround my
When you see me in the hood of ya town, my sound
Sample with black, criminal, rap
Assemblin' hat, laced in a from Phat
Two on da Road, got bitches screamin, "Who Dat?"
Two with the plaques, two the gats, it's like that

Woke up this morning, smoked 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 morning, smoked some sticky green 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 Digital a gangsta, yeah
No, no, no, no, no, no, no