Luyện nghe bài hát Decatur Psalm

Verse one: cool

I da crib they say "breeze you ain't know? "
I say "what? " "big got popped in his benzo!"
I said "damn man, I'm in his lexus
I'm bout to dump this nigga's shit in new
Get to the so I can call big slate up
And tell em da man done slipped and got his throat cut
And everything that we from the warehouse
I somebody talkin 'bout it at the white house
Man I you said that this job was for me and you
I ain't that bill 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 tell you where I put my extra playa card
Cause them red dog police know we
tell everybody who us a dime
It's the great hoe up yo' money time
I got to have mine, then I'm outta
a loss, come back up just like coco grier
Ain't got to worry yo' potnah gettin caught like a lame
It won't be over til that big girl from sang"

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

two: big boi

Yeah, it won't be
this out
Can you see what I be hearin talkin to spirits 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 face I see a coward and a dimwit
Lookin to run up in my private just like you was the folks
Servin a warrant to a baby daddy, who do they come to
On a tuesday, april fool's day, don't get caught
Leavin the off in the ignition, makin me guilty by suspicion
Penny pinchers tryin to for ninety-six
Buyin another fleetwood, diamond took it, so know in the mix
I need to take my ass to the and drop the baby off
Cause them niggaz at the corner sto' lookin at me for too long
Starin like accidents on highways, high days are better than ones
be biased, but I know it has to come
So I put two in the sky to let know I'm babysittin
Y'all don't know nothin big boi cause that nigga steady dippin
It over (why that, why that) till the bitch open her mouth up
And sang...

Verse big gipp

Took me a long time to get
Long man
I'm talkin about, years, and
Riding funeral fields holdin bodies of my peers
If you don't educate
Now how the fuck you understand how you posed to get paid?
Niggaz walk around get with shade tree ass
a fade, let my hair drag
Back and forth like a
lily, to lilypad dad
Lookin to get my goodie
I'm broke in some old men
Who'd dem or would stop
I'm lines for the big plot
Sixteen is when I to dream
It's I'm in your face
Can you hear bitch scream?

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