Luyện nghe bài hát Fat Gold Chain

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

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I made a a million in a week
And every nigga on the got a tape playin me
You can't it? erick sermon, rollin with $hort
Rolled from california all the way to new
In big benzes, g it up
Now we trying to squash all east/west stuff
We spent years in the studio makin funky
Signed a bunch of niggaz with some ass raps
like father dom, it's like keith murray
Makin but it ain't no hurry
we all in it for the long run
I won't the studio until a song's done
And ain't nuthin hard about gettin my cash
A big fat house with a stashed
You niggaz got this rap game distorted
Givin dat's to the label, straight gettin
Claim you gettin paid, but I can't
You keep rappin in my ear and got me mad as
You talk a good game but I don't in you
You smoked a blunts but I got mo' weed than you
I guess I see you on the charts in the
Another in the crowd bustin freestyles
Wishin you could be in the
pay me ten g's just to breathe on the mic
Bitch! $hort puttin it down with the e double

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Shhhhh! you me of my fat gold chain
Some of y'all are just change
Be a with true true game
yeah
Dig this y'all, my is dangerous
Atomic dog, coming the smog with $hort dawg
Ahhh! quick with the trig jack be
I shoot like g mob goes through my window
Chik chik pow! how you like me
The man in the mirror it don't get no
dawg, the e double, and breed we roll thick
Like girls in c.a.u. with the power-u
Owww! is the key to fame
So I can live it up with the girls on train
The impact, major dough like dave justice
Yo breed, $hort dawg, show em how we this

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some true pioneers, don't forget it some nigga