Luyện nghe bài hát Cobra Clutch

Yo, bitch
Aiyyo,
Aiyyo, it

Aiyyo we dash log this version of Glaciers
Slang shot threw a gem in his mouth, swallowed his
Say no more, my fat parked against the wall
Trooper square holding, face don't give a about the law

Take off the bracelets, don't get by the ice Boo
It's not cool, Veronica slept, plus the
Look at my temple logo look familiar? It's
Yo, every fine snitch knocks an inch off Eddie

Gucci sneaker just another form of Chessboxin'
No cock-blockin', supreme clientele till I'm
Kangol slanted, Ghost'll ran with it, hippie
Club never empty-handed when I brand it

Mark callin' Austin, Mark Austin down in Boston
of them dead, cop in the loft and
Big chain swingin' nigga, Matchbox car
Street whylin', Role' with the four-finger

Watch him, scorchin' spells and top toxin
Amoxins the stock skyrocket, Bobby Mocassin
from Pert Plus, escrow on the side throw in sun trust
Ghost'll keep 'til the sun bust

Yo up, born-to-be right behind the curtain
With her nose out, sixty center get the out
head heathens, teethin' on mic dicks
When thy said, "Let the kids die for bread nigga"

Yo, promoters don't us in clubs
we spaz out
Who is these righteous
With they out?

Projects, recognize you're lookin' at
Allah's best, puttin' on the hits is no
Now, who the hypest in New City?
(Wu-Tang)
stop shittin' on me

I got men out in the street
Now if all get bitch troubles I starve
Is it?
(Is that you're tryin' to tell me?)

Aiyyo, the Moccasin money, one man the plate
Hold it down honey-shallah rock the man Gumby
Twisted, the of the floods, niggaz spell drama
One oh five point six

Cosmetic classical, slum is shield, Bean field
Watch me half of you, new attributes
Teletronics, DBX, one X
with the A and sharp press

Extract bass in which the dew drips
suckle with jasmine bits
Five rap battin' average
One taste the bowl and up magic

Houdini escapes from the fermenting hell halls of
to the First of April's
Deep in the rap game
Excedrin head bredderns catch

orders, one telephone for take out
Stomp your man half to death, rob him then we it
Get off on the exit, knees dirty, chick now
low leverage, watch it how she lick the head of me

'Cause it's law order today, we pay
New tomorrow's, Cube money in a tube
Deck the Halls, crush dice
That's in [incomprehensible]

Hey y'all, Pattie's
Slum my Paul, Wrangler
laid the track when it's sag with one banger
Interlude caused me to hang up

Ticklish, Crunch berry
At the pissed off
Standin' in the rain and find they whips
Suckers,

Yo, don't want us in clubs because we spaz out
Who is these righteous motherfuckers with they flags
Stapleton Projects, you're lookin' at
Allah's best, puttin' on the is no contest

Now, who the hypest in New York
(Wu-Tang)
Radio stop on me