Luyện nghe bài hát Eat Your Beats Alive

Three wheel motion around the corner on these mayne
Smashin down the block, Charlie O in the deck
Game, it do? (What it do?)

[The
They the way a nigga hop them six-fours and shit
The way I, push buttons make Diablo doors lift
The way I, stick and move, I'm behind the wheel
of that new Escalade the Foreman grill
The way I, peel back jerseys
It ain't your life, I'm just not a big fan of James
So wait I see y'all, I'm real surgical with the Ruger
But you won't my face on E.R.
But you catch them dudes from the ambulance
on top of ya mans givin 'em each CPR
Tryin to get 'em to "Breathe Again" like Braxton
Told y'all 'bout comin to Cali, with phony accents
Hollywood got movies, but it ain't no
So wear that bling to them awards it ain't no jackers
We snatchers (twenty-fo' seven)

JT]
When you're on the coast - eat ya beats alive
When ya come to the lab - eat ya alive
Fuckin with cash - eat ya beats alive
Cause it's all math - eat ya beats alive
When you're on the coast - eat ya beats alive
When ya come to the lab - eat ya alive
All about cash - eat ya beats alive
all about math - eat ya beats alive

[The
It ain't nuttin to you faggots
Or have your moms get you a suit so you look good in that casket
It's [reversed] you faggots, desperado in
June, Drago, The Game and (holla)
through in a grim reaper black Cadillac
Seven-three, ooh-wee, you see, who he
With the ugliest, flows, money
Oh, the kid got hoes, you know?
Head is never optional, get my whistle,
Carry pistols, to your and your Grammys
Of it's that nigga that kick down doors
And leave rooms filled with corpses, Jordan and bloody Air
To get my dough I come back like Air
shot, lil' older, still no nigga can hold him
Stepped back, sold crack let the Compton mold him
Big face I could it, he'll bet you a G

See I'm the nigga with the most
Figgaro killer Cali, reppin Get Low, niggaz know
Independent with my
Couldn't give a fuck money or muscle time to bubble
West coast is the where we holdin it down
Bay thuggin, they knowin it now
I'm from the home of the Get Low, home of the get
Home where they want mo' so get they pistol
Run up in yo' back do', lookin for the cheese
wristwatch on celebrities
Diamond bezelled iced out with cheese
And fuckin link is like a masterpiece
Catch 'em slippin comin out the King
Parkin lot project life, we like to a lot
Better known as a bandit, niggaz cain't it
My block gets hard like granite

[JT]