Luyện nghe bài hát Fat Gold Chain

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Whoo! uhh, ah ah, ayahhh, ahh ahh ahh
And you don't stop, ahh ahh, word is bond, word is
Now introducin the from the ghetto
E double and too $hort, what the you thought?
I come with the ruckus, it's my thing I swing
I'm born to mack, always strapped, the black gat
Who out I swear boy wanna get touched
Roll up, and a slug to the chest, so duck
I the talk, walk the walk, now nigga
Five hundred s with hand on trigger
Crazy lestat, check my track
Everything I touch is gold eighteen years old
So what that mean? I the blunt
And puff the indo in it, I trip in a minute
Crazy holy holdin me 'cause I be rockin b
Sewin up like monopoly, stoppin me
Dig it, funkdafied like brat, how's
I stick and move on tracks I smoke a twenty sack
Who said the e can't that's bullshit
Suck my dick and get a big fat of my balls
You brawl? punk I thought not
You might get down and stomped like sasquatch
Your girl, like sweat, I wanna fuck her
Psych, I already her
Huh, I got rhymes to your whole head swell up
Here's an icepack - shut the hell up
I the mic with too $hort, y'all niggaz know what's happenin
Everything he touch goes
Eyeeaaaah!

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I made a a million in a week
And every on the street got a tape playin me
You can't believe it? erick sermon, rollin $hort
from california all the way to new york
In big benzes, g it up
Now we to squash all that east/west stuff
We years in the studio makin funky tracks
Signed a bunch of niggaz with some tight ass
It's father dom, it's like keith murray
Makin millionaires but it ain't no
Cause we all in it for the run
I won't leave the studio until a done
And ain't nuthin really about gettin my cash
A big fat house a million stashed
You niggaz got this rap game distorted
dat's to the label, straight gettin shorted
Claim you paid, but I can't tell
You keep in my ear and got me mad as hell
You talk a good but I don't believe in you
You a lotta blunts but I got mo' weed than you
I guess I see you on the in the meanwhile
Another in the crowd bustin freestyles
Wishin you be in the light
pay me ten g's just to breathe on the mic
Bitch! $hort dawg puttin it down with the e

onasis]
Shhhhh! you remind me of my fat gold
Some of y'all are just small
Be a boss true true game
yeah
Dig this y'all, my music is
dog, coming through the smog with $hort dawg
Ahhh! quick the trig jack be nimble
I shoot like g mob goes liftin through my
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 roll
Like girls in c.a.u. with the good
Owww! money is the key to
So I can live it up the girls on soul train
The impact, major dough like dave justice
Yo breed, $hort dawg, show em how we bust

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Like true pioneers, don't forget it some nigga