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 your cars, bang us in your jeep, bang 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 to death, nigga pussy to the rest
a pair of Guess and an Eddie Bauer vest
A bitch named 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 high off a dime from Gates and Best
Remember live on Louis and Lex
I remember Dog crashed his white Lex
I remember me and Meth won a dice against
Ghost and remember Portland had Clyde Drex'

12 O'Clock is a vet Big Dogs we put 'em to sleep
Keep 'em on a I move like days in a week
don't know the face and names on my teeth
Niggaz carry a cold piece, and the heat
Ain't of the motherfuckin' 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 hooked on and in the corner, was this brother
Who study his lessons and learned how operate

The Smith and the Wesson cut class 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 bitch cum in six minutes

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

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

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

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

it for my fam who not here who do care
Glance and stare, why when you compare?
From the bottom of my to the end of my hair
rear, cop the blue steel bare, groove to the snare
Bass and drums, see my in the slums

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

Woke up morning, smoked 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 Digital he's a gangsta,
No, no, no, no, no, no it up, live 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 broken-hearted
Bang us in your cars, bang us in jeep, bang that shit retarded
Two on da road, Bobby Digital a gangsta, yeah
No, no, no, no, no, no, no