Luyện nghe bài hát Clientele Kidd

(featuring Fat Joe, Ghostface & Polite)

Raekwon]
Yo straight up minute, you know what time it is
Word up, yeah, yeah,
Word up, blip blip blap blap
up?

[Hook x2:
Who don't know? They don't know, let 'em know
they go, here we go

Aiyo Clientele
Layin in the crib ill money, those who 8 hours get gig
Got rugby's on and
them niggaz I go against, the money was his
One nasty unit of murderers, all type of Goons'll
Then minutes later they burgulars
I heard from the mine made it
the name up, this gift gotta reign and his game went up
And now he's stronger than ever, jackets and Classics
Go against it and it's instant
He run things, gun down Kings, the joint the kid flyin' in
Crib in Africa with two
Somethin' like the Prince of a jewel thief, so smack the
back wrapped it up, too sweet
The is missin' somethin' unique
I put too much to fall back on, I rather sleep

[Chorus x2:
CHEF! We designin', rhymin' with
CHEF! Ice Water, it was all in the
CHEF! He y'all niggaz bricks on consignment
CHEF! To the death and he Billboard

[Fat
uh
Yo Don bomb harder over nearly everybody
rarely you find me without the mini-shotti
Just waitin' for Rae to met he cue and
you see about 100 Puerto Rican shootin'
Get down, lay down, we play around
I don't know what you heard but, we don't around
It's cooked coke, but look, but what the happened?
How you leave the dope game to persue
Already knowin' ya shit was trash
hard on the mic when yo' click is ass
All we tryin' to do is bring to rap
And you kiddin' me? I'm literally the of that
Uh, we much than y'all, Terre-error the Squad
My niggaz set it when we get in the
Whether Marcy or Comstock, 'pon cock
Straight punch in ya lung and you gon' drop

x2]

[Ghostface
Yo yo yo him in his mouth.. (nah)
Fuck him, get the gasoline tell to pull the act up
Bring him to Rae warehouse, him from hooks then skin his ass
As as he look he ready to cook (yeah)
And he pleadin' for mercy, bleedin' his dome and he thirsty
The first week we him eat shit!
Videotaped his wiz and I his bitch
Made him me on the couch havin' fun with his kids
So what hurts more: is it me showin' to ya fam?
Or you in the box laid the floor?
Or keep you alive blow ya balls?
My murder chainsaw, ya bloods on my Scarface
Not even Ajax can clean that,
We need that maintenace man shit kill that greasy blood on contact
Finish you off 'cause I'm for time
man and 'em will be next to die
Mothafucka!

x2]

x4]