Luyện nghe bài hát Count on That

(Verse 1)
Got my record on and incense lit
Since an infant I've looked up to them big ballin'
Shiny Impalas with rims the de le crème
Young prince a pen trying to be one of them
Now I'm grown, and my OG's are up or drugged out
If seen what I done they would bug out
Hitting home runs they sitting in the dug out
Got the needle to the wax trying to get the out
Red carpet by my feet I'm walking out the ride
Graduated from the hood, I ain't talking Devry
The of hard knox cops let the whistles blow
Where we the sky high off the missile toe
Now seen more ass than a strippers pole
Never should've taught a guppy how to use a pole
and stones may break my bones but my words more powerful than ancient Rome
Every problem that had man I faced 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 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 collar
You want a piece, I'll break you off like
You can play me on your 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 end, I spit that cement, hitting foes heavy like a Chevy
Move swift before it set in, I the gap, catastrophic raps perhaps, these flows could break the levee's
I walk the , rocking levis and Sperry's with a mariners vibe, comb my hair to the side
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
me by twitter, facebook, or send me hi's
And despite that, dudes fall in envy
Trust I keep it moving a U-Haul or Penske
My style stay versatile like in leggings
And you can on that 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)
verse we kill sh*t
(I can on that)
Los Angeles, CA
(all day everyday)

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