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 said "damn man, I'm riding in his
I'm bout to dump this nigga's in new dimensions
Get to the crib so I can call big up
And tell em da money man slipped and got his throat cut
And everything we took from the warehouse
I heard talkin 'bout it at the white house
Man I you said that this job was for me and you
I ain't know that bill wanted some too
You tell his folks I'm sorry bout that lexus
I'm to dip and see my sister up in... naaah!
Can't tell you where I put my extra playa card
Cause them red dog know we homeboys
Just tell who us a dime
It's the great hoe round up yo' money
I got to have mine, then I'm outta
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 from decatur sang"

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

Verse big boi

Yeah, it be over
Check 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 shit, that walk with dat limp shit, that hemp shit
up in your 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 daddy, who do they come to quote?
On a tuesday, april fool's day, don't get caught
Leavin the keys off in the ignition, makin me guilty by
pinchers tryin to stack for ninety-six
Buyin another fleetwood, diamond it, so know we's in the mix
I need to take my ass to the crib and the baby off
Cause them niggaz at the corner sto' been lookin at me for too
Starin like accidents on highways, days are better than sober ones
Don't be biased, but I it has to come
So I put two in the sky to let them I'm babysittin
don't know nothin bout big boi cause that nigga steady dippin
It ain't over (why that, why that) the bitch open her mouth up
And sang...

Verse three: big

Took me a long to get here
Long man
I'm about, years, and years
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 ass ways
Fuck a fade, let my hair
Back and forth a see-saw
Jumpin lily, to dad
Lookin to get my goodie
I'm broke in some old men
Who'd dem or would stop
I'm droppin for the big plot
Sixteen is when I to dream
It's ninety-six I'm in face
Can you hear that scream?

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