Luyện nghe bài hát Cowboy Bebop

(Its been a years since man
has discovered travel
methods of propulsion
far beyond his ancestors imagined)

COB we from a reality
Real niggas figured out how to the galaxy
Soul aliens we a pound of Cali weed

Now we push weight light years humanity

Even though they it
Even though don't understand it
We still gangster music
We still make shit
You you
though they banned it
Even though they understand it
We still make music

We still make gangster
You you

I'm intergalactic hustling
Still packing guns with interactive functions
Voice command pistols
Shoot nigga
Before we the act of tussling a bullet
Entered his and crushed him
And it quick as a snap
Did it in a minute in
One your shit is attacked then its a wrap
I get catch cases
I had to get the breathalyzer interlock device
Just to my spaceship
days I lay back get head in the Uber
Different meaning from
Stay
Walk with my chest out like an on May 5th
But that's my old
This that wormhole
Bebop
Gum bottom

Hollerin' at ewoks
They call me robocops put a on me
And put me in the predator category like Hillary

Even though banned it

Even though don't understand it
We still make gangster
We still make gangster

You you

(According to the anti-radicalization
Gangster rap has been banned
Anyone caught listen to it be punished by law)

They me planet X is flat with no curvature
But I was flat broke no furniture
So even if its not circular the system's jerkin' ya
My full of murderers
Stolen legacy by burglars
On rainy days I get Grayskull like
She suck my dick 'til my body cramp a hernia
When this male fed your ex I'm returning her
That's talk
She mad let her talk
Shit like and set it off
I'm off ignoring the tetherball
Back and I'm cut from a better cloth
soft never soft forever boss
Different I weave in and out of
My haters on coke they I see powder
Life's a bitch ask can I live
When she judge the evils Imma reasonable her
With a feasible of good deeds the hood needs
crook just trying to plant me some good seeds

I'm just trying to me a good breeze
While my chick is smoking some a nigga would trees
Is too much to ask for
I went crazy loco on my last war
Riza sent a message I assembled a task
forward to now

There's more at the back door
I need to relax
Come go me
So I can you some of this thug poetry
up
Let me see which one I for you

Nigga you ain't wrote me