Luyện nghe bài hát Count on That

(Verse 1)
Got my record on and incense lit
Since an infant I've up to them big ballin' pimps
Shiny Impalas with rims the de le crème
Young with a pen trying to be one of them
Now I'm grown, and my are locked up or drugged out
If they seen I done they would bug out
home runs while they sitting in the dug out
Got the needle to the wax to get the blood out
Red by my feet when I'm walking out the ride
Graduated the hood, I ain't talking 'bout Devry
The school of hard knox cops let the whistles
Where we kiss the sky high off the toe
Now I've seen ass than a strippers pole
Never should've a guppy how to use a fishing pole
Sticks and stones may break my bones but my more powerful than ancient Rome
Every problem I've had man I faced alone
Better obey me, like it's pasted on

(Kero's Chorus)
We up all night
(yeah you can on that)
We our own rhymes
(yeah you can on that)
good music over money
(yeah you can on that)
Kid we stay on the
(all day everyday)

(Verse 2)
I'm paving these in cobblestone
Old school killing pro tools, using the weapon above my bone
You want a piece, I'll you off like Toblerone
You can play me on your iHome or call Tablo's
Either way you'll hear the truth, to all the non-believers doubting, I'm rerouting your into a catacomb
Sumimasen, its a dead end, I that cement, hitting foes heavy like a Chevy
Move swift before it set in, I bridge the gap, catastrophic perhaps, these flows could break the levee's
I the streets , rocking levis and Sperry's with a mariners vibe, comb my hair to the side
While my pair of J5's, buried alive, in my closet trying to surface like a serpent draw the curtains time
I do me, Pamela Handerson, and Michael Bivins
Living, outside the mold I'm given, rhythms I kill em', murderer slash friendly guy,
me by twitter, facebook, or send me hi's
And despite that, some fall in envy
Trust I keep it like a U-Haul or Penske
My style stay like RuPaul in leggings
And you can count on like a 10-key, the ending

(Dumbfoundead Chorus)
We spitting real shit
(yeah you can on that)
That make your whole body shit
(yeah you can on that)
Every verse we sh*t
(I can on that)
Los Angeles, CA
(all day everyday)

(Outro)
(Dumbfoundead) Satisfaction
you what you need
Don't believe everything that you hear, that you
(Kero) We slanging you that dope, raw, pure
straight from the underground we come up sewers
(Dumbfoundead) Connoisseurs of the classic, scratching and
on cloud 9, electric relaxing
(Kero) From the true school, to new school to old vibe
Dumbfoundead, Kero One the go to guys