Luyện nghe bài hát Count on That

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

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

(Verse 2)
I'm these roads in cobblestone
Old killing pro tools, using the weapon above my collar bone
You want a piece, break you off like Toblerone
You can play me on iHome or call Tablo's phone
Either way you'll the truth, to all the non-believers doubting, I'm rerouting your outings 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 walk the streets , rocking levis and Sperry's with a mariners vibe, comb my hair to the
my pair of J5's, buried alive, in my closet trying to surface like a serpent draw the curtains it's time
I do me, like Handerson, and Michael Bivins
Living, outside the mold I'm given, rhythms I kill em', murderer friendly guy, Gemini
Friend me by twitter, facebook, or me hi's
And despite that, dudes fall in envy
Trust I keep it moving a U-Haul or Penske
My style stay versatile RuPaul in leggings
And you can count on that like a 10-key, the

(Dumbfoundead Chorus)
We spitting real shit
(yeah you can on that)
That make whole body move shit
(yeah you can on that)
Every verse we kill
(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, and backspins
Rhyming on 9, electric relaxing
(Kero) From the true school, to new school to old vibe
Dumbfoundead, One we're the go to guys