Luyện nghe bài hát Fat Gold Chain

[erick
Whoo! uhh, ah ah, ayahhh, ahh ahh ahh
And you don't stop, ahh ahh, word is bond, word is
Now introducin the sound from the
E double and too $hort, the fuck you thought?
I come with the ruckus, my thing when I swing
I'm born to mack, always strapped, the black gat
Who out there I boy wanna get touched
Roll up, and catch a slug to the chest, so
I talk the talk, the walk, now nigga
Five hundred s drivin with hand on
lestat, check my track record
Everything I touch is gold since years old
So what that mean? I rolled the
And puff the indo smoke in it, I in a minute
Crazy doctor holdin me 'cause I be rockin b
Sewin up monopoly, nobody's stoppin me
Dig it, funkdafied brat, how's that?
I and move on tracks while I smoke a twenty sack
Who said the e can't rock? that's
my dick and get a big fat lick of my balls
You wanna brawl? punk I not
You might get beat down and stomped like
Your girl, keith sweat, I wanna fuck her
Psych, I stuck her
Huh, I got rhymes to make your whole swell up
Here's an icepack - homeboy the hell up
I rock the mic too $hort, y'all niggaz know what's happenin
he touch goes platinum
Eyeeaaaah!

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I a half a million in a week
And every nigga on the got a tape playin me
You can't believe it? erick sermon, with $hort
from california all the way to new york
In big benzes, g it up
Now we trying to all that east/west stuff
We spent years in the studio funky tracks
Signed a bunch of niggaz with tight ass raps
It's like father dom, it's keith murray
millionaires but it ain't no hurry
Cause we all in it for the run
I won't leave the studio a song's done
And ain't nuthin really hard about gettin my
A big fat house a million stashed
You other niggaz got this rap game
Givin dat's to the label, straight gettin
Claim you gettin paid, but I can't
You rappin in my ear and got me mad as hell
You talk a good but I don't believe in you
You smoked a lotta but I got mo' weed than you
I guess I see you on the charts in the
Another face in the crowd bustin
Wishin you be in the light
Promoters pay me ten g's to breathe on the mic
Bitch! $hort dawg puttin it with the e double

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Shhhhh! you remind me of my fat gold
Some of y'all are just small
Be a boss with true game
Yeah
Dig this y'all, my music is
Atomic dog, coming the smog with $hort dawg
Ahhh! quick the trig jack be nimble
I like g mob goes liftin through my window
chik pow! how you like me now?
The man in the mirror it don't get no
$hort dawg, the e double, and breed we thick
Like girls in c.a.u. the good power-u
Owww! money is the key to
So I can live it up with the girls on soul
The impact, major league dough dave justice
Yo breed, $hort dawg, em how we bust this

[too
Like true pioneers, don't forget it some nigga