Luyện nghe bài hát Decatur Psalm

Verse cool breeze

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

(it be over till that big girl from decatur sang!
East pointe police don't 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 this out real slick, we gets on this beat and speak
that pimp shit, that walk with dat limp shit, that hemp shit
Lookin up in your I see a coward and a dimwit
Lookin to run up in my home just like you was the folks
Servin a warrant to a daddy, who do they come to quote?
On a tuesday, april day, don't get caught slippin
Leavin the keys off in the ignition, me guilty by suspicion
pinchers tryin to stack for ninety-six
Buyin another fleetwood, diamond took it, so know in the mix
I need to take my ass to the crib and the baby off
them niggaz at the corner sto' been lookin at me for too long
Starin like accidents on highways, high days are than sober ones
be biased, but I know it has to come
So I put two in the sky to let them know I'm
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

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 don't yourself
Now how the fuck you gonna understand how you to get paid?
Niggaz walk around get shade tree ass ways
a fade, let my hair drag
Back and forth a see-saw
Jumpin lily, to dad
Lookin to get my feel
I'm broke in some old men
Who'd stop dem or stop
I'm droppin lines for the big
Sixteen is when I started to
ninety-six I'm in your face
Can you hear that scream?

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