Luyện nghe bài hát Decatur Psalm

Verse cool breeze

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

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

two: big boi

Yeah, it won't be
Check out
Can you see I be hearin talkin to spirits when I sleep
Peep out real quick slick, we gets on this beat and speak
About that pimp shit, that walk with dat limp shit, hemp shit
Lookin up in face I see a coward and a dimwit
Lookin to run up in my private home just like you was the
Servin a warrant to a baby daddy, who do come to quote?
On a tuesday, fool's day, don't get caught slippin
Leavin the keys off in the ignition, me guilty by suspicion
Penny pinchers tryin to 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 drop the off
Cause them niggaz at the corner sto' lookin at me for too long
Starin like accidents on highways, high days are better sober ones
Don't be biased, but I know it has to
So I put two in the sky to let them know I'm
Y'all don't know nothin bout big boi cause that nigga dippin
It ain't over (why that, why that) till the bitch open her up
And sang...

Verse big gipp

Took me a time to get here
Long man
I'm about, years, and years
past funeral fields holdin bodies of my peers
If you educate yourself
Now how the fuck you understand how you posed to get paid?
Niggaz walk around get shade tree ass ways
Fuck a fade, let my hair
Back and forth a see-saw
Jumpin lily, to dad
to get my goodie feel
I'm broke in some old men
Who'd dem or would stop
I'm droppin lines for the big
Sixteen is when I to dream
ninety-six I'm in your face
Can you hear bitch scream?

(it won't be over til that big girl decatur sang...)