Luyện nghe bài hát Decatur Psalm

Verse one: breeze

I call da they say "breeze you ain't know? "
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 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 thought you said this job was for me and you
I know that bill clampett wanted some too
You tell his folks that I'm sorry bout that
I'm 'bout to dip and see my up in... naaah!
Can't even tell you I put my extra 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, then I'm here
Take a loss, come back up just coco grier
Ain't got to worry bout yo' potnah caught like a lame
It be over til that big girl from decatur sang"

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

Verse big boi

Yeah, it won't be
Check out
Can you see what I be talkin to spirits when I sleep
Peep this out quick slick, we gets on this beat and speak
About that pimp shit, that walk with dat limp shit, that hemp
Lookin up in your face I see a coward and a
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, fool's day, don't get caught slippin
Leavin the keys off in the ignition, me guilty by suspicion
Penny pinchers tryin to stack for
another fleetwood, diamond took it, so know we's in the mix
I need to my ass to the crib and drop the baby off
Cause them niggaz at the corner sto' been at me for too long
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
Y'all don't know nothin bout big boi cause nigga steady dippin
It ain't over (why that, why that) till the open her mouth up
And sang...

Verse big gipp

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 yourself
Now how the you gonna understand how you posed to get paid?
Niggaz walk around get with shade tree ass
Fuck a fade, let my hair
Back and forth a see-saw
lily, to lilypad dad
Lookin to get my feel
I'm in like some old men
Who'd stop dem or would
I'm lines for the big plot
is when I started to dream
It's ninety-six I'm in face
Can you that bitch scream?

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