Luyện nghe bài hát Everybody Wanna Know

Artist: charli f/ dj premier

Yeah,
(charli baltimore)
Bout to lay it down for muthafuckas
(charli baltimore)
What, on c. b'more
Yo, uh, yo, yo

one

Now wanna know the outcome, of went I come out
My roads to success, pay dues, the thumb out
Hitch-hike, from she aight, to the nicest
I permit to front, now I got a license what
wanna know if I spit my own hits
Come to any session, any in question
Drop 48 bars on spots remixes
All hoes do is add on my like prefixes
'thorough bitches' from deep south to these sixes
Been way past ideas of mad riches
Phone numbers, bank
They gon' match the time,
9-9-9, 9-9, 9-9
And the punchline, give my thoughts at "crunch time"
I cats front, part 2, three much
You want, hot shit, pop or some toxic
Underground gossip, '99, I lock shit,

[dj
'charli baltimore' <--
baltimore' <-- the b.i.g.
'yeah, yeah, my crew with...
'the commission.. get it
baltimore' <-- charli
'charli <-- the b.i.g.
'yeah, yeah, my with... untertainment'
commission...'

two

Yo, uh, yo
Now everybody know the price
Go soft in the rays, in words b, meltin' they ice
Lyrically price, mostly rap cats,
So if I dis ya, better them 48-master mister
Or misses, bitches, came in with preim-o
Jet flight like flocks, in l.v.,
Casino, I'll play ginger, I need no
Divas, see her, wanna see us
Fall off, only thing we do is off
If it's beef, only you do is call off
about starter, please, we got is sewed up
When we got shows where you're at, don't show up
Niggas need to grow up, they flow up
Accept they diamonds won't up, and put they dough up
On how I grow up, and what
Catch you on the charli, you blown up
Check the tone...

[dj
baltimore' <-- charli
'charli <-- the b.i.g.
'yeah, yeah, my crew with...
commission.. get it right'
'charli <-- charli
baltimore' <-- the b.i.g.
'yeah, yeah, my with... untertainment'
commission...'

Verse

Yo, yo, uh
Now everybody know my third, verse-atile
Niggas still to worry if I'm worth they wild
Why rap about clothes, i'ma
the hot shit, in reverse awhile
Attachin' ideas to it, in my years, you
In no time, I blow mine's, forget it, you
C-h-a-r-l-i, dot it, no 'e'
never been spotted, shit, nigga can throw me
Can't nobody hold me to nothin' can't show me
half now, and half now, do the math now
See who now, e-mail, not free mail
Get the heffers like e-mail, rhyme such detail
Geared to my songs seashells, de-rail
Rappers off my track if they is wacked
Half the tat's on my back, you can see me on
me, get'cha red on point, be dead on, uh

[dj
baltimore' <-- charli
'charli <-- the b.i.g.
'yeah, yeah, my with... untertainment'
commission.. get it right'
'charli <-- charli
baltimore' <-- the b.i.g.
'yeah, yeah, my with... untertainment'
commission...'