Luyện nghe bài hát Decatur Psalm

Verse one: cool

I call da crib they say "breeze you know? "
I say "what? " "big got popped in his benzo!"
I said "damn man, I'm riding in his
I'm bout to dump this nigga's in new dimensions
Get to the so I can call big slate up
And tell em da money man slipped and got his throat cut
And everything that we took the warehouse
I heard somebody talkin 'bout it at the white
Man I thought you that this job was for me and you
I ain't know bill clampett wanted some too
You tell his folks that I'm sorry that lexus
I'm to dip and see my sister up in... naaah!
Can't even tell you where I put my extra card
Cause red dog police know we homeboys
Just tell everybody who us a
It's the great hoe round up yo' money
I got to mine, then I'm outta here
Take a loss, come back up like coco grier
Ain't got to worry bout yo' potnah gettin like a lame
It won't be til that big girl from decatur sang"

(it won't be over till that big girl from sang!
pointe police don't know a damn thang...)

Verse big boi

Yeah, it be over
this out
Can you see what I be hearin talkin to when I sleep
Peep out real quick slick, we gets on this beat and speak
About that pimp shit, that walk with dat shit, that hemp shit
Lookin up in your I see a coward and a dimwit
Lookin to run up in my private home just you was the folks
a warrant to a baby daddy, who do they come to quote?
On a tuesday, april fool's day, get caught slippin
Leavin the keys off in the ignition, makin me guilty by
Penny pinchers to stack for ninety-six
Buyin another fleetwood, diamond took it, so we's in the mix
I need to take my ass to the crib and the baby off
Cause them niggaz at the sto' been lookin at me for too long
like accidents on highways, high days are better than sober ones
Don't be biased, but I know it has to
So I put two in the sky to let know I'm babysittin
Y'all don't know nothin bout big boi cause that steady dippin
It ain't over (why that, why that) till the open her mouth up
And sang...

Verse three: big

me a long time to get here
Long man
I'm about, years, and years
Riding funeral fields holdin bodies of my peers
If you educate yourself
Now how the fuck you gonna understand how you to get paid?
Niggaz walk around get with shade ass ways
Fuck a fade, let my drag
and forth like a see-saw
Jumpin lily, to dad
to get my goodie feel
I'm broke in some old men
Who'd stop dem or stop
I'm lines for the big plot
Sixteen is I started to dream
It's ninety-six I'm in your
Can you hear that bitch

(it be over til that big girl from decatur sang...)