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 sound from the
E double and too $hort, what the you thought?
I come with the ruckus, it's my when I swing
I'm born to mack, always strapped, the black gat
Who out there I swear boy wanna get
Roll up, and a slug to the chest, so duck
I the talk, walk the walk, now nigga
Five hundred s drivin hand on trigger
Crazy lestat, check my record
Everything I touch is gold eighteen years old
So what mean? I rolled the blunt
And the indo smoke in it, I trip in a minute
holy doctor holdin me 'cause I be rockin b
Sewin up like monopoly, nobody's me
Dig it, funkdafied brat, how's that?
I stick and on tracks while I smoke a twenty sack
Who said the e can't rock? that's
Suck my and get a big fat lick of my balls
You brawl? punk I thought not
You get beat down and stomped like sasquatch
Your girl, like keith sweat, I wanna her
Psych, I stuck her
Huh, I got rhymes to make your whole 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 touch goes
Eyeeaaaah!

$hort]
I a half a million in a week
And nigga on the street got a tape playin me
You can't believe it? sermon, rollin with $hort
Rolled california all the way to new york
In big benzes, g it up
Now we trying to squash all east/west stuff
We spent years in the makin funky tracks
Signed a of niggaz with some tight ass raps
It's like father dom, it's like keith
millionaires but it ain't no hurry
Cause we all in it for the run
I leave the studio until a song's done
And ain't nuthin really hard about my cash
A big fat with a million stashed
You other got this rap game distorted
Givin to the label, straight gettin shorted
you gettin paid, but I can't tell
You keep in my ear and got me mad as hell
You a good game but I don't believe in you
You smoked a lotta blunts but I got mo' than you
I I see you on the charts in the meanwhile
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 dawg puttin it down with the e

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

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