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 retarded

12 RZA, Bob Digi, Sun Zeini
P. Sunn, 12 O'Clock two on da on this
12 O'Clock, I my brother to death
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 Guess and an Eddie vest
A bitch Celeste I met her when I was goin'
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 live 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 is a vet Big Dogs we put 'em to sleep
Keep 'em on a leash I move like days in a
Niggaz don't know the and names on my teeth
carry a cold piece, and separate the heat
Ain't scared of the motherfuckin'

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

The Smith and the Wesson still cut class and played
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 than a truckload of
And bound to make the cum in six minutes flat

What up kid? Stay winnin' you look good
You look live in ya linen and you survived innin'
The hood got us off the without women
All my niggaz that ride that provide to the end of

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

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

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

Write it for my fam who not 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 blue steel bare, groove to the
Bass and drums, see my face in the

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

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, bang that retarded
Two on da road, Bobby 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
Chocolate Thai, all in my eye, I'm never
us in your cars, bang us in your jeep, bang that shit retarded
Two on da road, Bobby he's a gangsta, yeah
No, no, no, no, no, no, no