Luyện nghe bài hát Colabo

Let me tell you somethin, about to wild on this
Who react, nigga aint no holdin me back
the dutches every day, Colabo with Queens Most
Up in the party, Bacardi, yo how we go
Rockin non to the top
And I won't drop, till my vocal cords feel they gon pop
Who wanna get it on, try to peep my scheme
my team, standin right in front of the screen
I blaze it up, like flames, no time for the games
Out the same Queens crew, but two names
JnJ and QMW, here to bring the too
I on any track like that son I be runnin you
Leavin you on the bleedin, eatin mess is what you needin
Cardiac arrest with poor
I be leavin you in the dust, you front on us
We lust for the cream, and ya gun bust
Nigga

My reform like a mason meeting
I put the heat to your face, official greeting
Niggas like you get slapped kid, just for
While my wild out, off the shit I'm drinkin
That aint ya proof, I let loose on whole group
ya recruit, my fans splittin up ya fuckin loot
That's how we do, out like you owe somethin
You Q roll somethin, stompin like you stoled
You think I'm frontin?, yo my Queens livin, money
its rap or coke flippin
Ya niggas need to collision
'cause your chance is tryin to to all my fam
When it's gun to grams, plan you and your man
to get rejected, I rock a 50 inch necklace
My team records, we make ya life hectic
The Most Wanted, yo my man made you run it
But shit you did, we done it, niggas don't want it

Chorus 2X:
Ain't no tellin what I of them
Me and my hooligans a em
hot ones at his crew and him
Fluin him, M.L. style, around blaze the pound
Now lay ya ass

U]
We be the wild type shifty livin cats from
98 hold it down, basically for my
Mega drama in the hood, y'all got to stay on
'cause nothin to lose, wanna be cats
Push ya shit back, but that
We play the game too, only if necessary
We never start shit, we shit
And holdin it down, when it's to go hard
In this rap shit too, if you get technical
It's quite a few to hold it down we do
And lay ya verse on a track that be
It ain't a team out here with my crew
South Jamaica Queens, Queens comin through
Rob U, Wow Woo O, and my Leek, and Bandit kid
Forever in my

Now let me get on the mic, and get the
What's the count em in
Third and one, man in motion, I'm the blitz ya scrimmage
I see everything in my perimeter, I the blows
Sendin you to the ground, you can't get up, lay down, down
game to O Team, wild walk, QB and O Beem
Came on the field with O E, and can hold me
The acrobatic track assassinator me and
Stand back to like 25 on a calculator
Now a move, I shake em like an earthquake
I'm a take em and tie em a human pretzle
What's left to do then em
I disappear like a genie, on ya tv with and LP and CD
GB now we be, gutter butter family strong
Smurfin my bong, blaze trauma to
on our flight to our show in Kong
Now on tight, it's the rap reckin ball
Knockin ya out of we don't saw
JnJ, Queens Most, colaboratin
A platoon of niggas, we should of did it sooner niggas

2X