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, what the you thought?
I come with the ruckus, it's my thing when I
I'm born to mack, strapped, with the black gat
Who out there I swear boy wanna get
up, and catch a slug to the chest, so duck
I talk the talk, the walk, now nigga
Five s drivin with hand on trigger
Crazy lestat, check my track
I touch is gold since eighteen years old
So what that mean? I rolled the
And puff the indo smoke in it, I trip in a
holy doctor holdin me 'cause I be rockin b
Sewin up like monopoly, nobody's me
Dig it, funkdafied like brat, how's
I and move on tracks while I smoke a twenty sack
Who said the e can't that's bullshit
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
girl, like keith sweat, I wanna fuck her
Psych, I already her
Huh, I got rhymes to make whole head swell up
Here's an - homeboy shut the hell up
I rock the mic with too $hort, y'all know what's happenin
Everything he goes platinum
Eyeeaaaah!

[too
I a half a million in a week
And every nigga on the street got a playin me
You can't believe it? erick sermon, with $hort
Rolled california all the way to new york
In big benzes, g it up
Now we trying to all that east/west stuff
We years in the studio makin funky tracks
a bunch of niggaz with some tight ass raps
It's like father dom, like keith murray
Makin millionaires but it no hurry
Cause we all in it for the run
I won't leave the studio until a song's
And ain't nuthin really about gettin my cash
A big fat house with a million
You other niggaz got this rap game
Givin dat's to the label, gettin shorted
Claim you gettin paid, but I tell
You rappin in my ear and got me mad as hell
You talk a game 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 in the meanwhile
face in the crowd bustin freestyles
Wishin you be in the light
Promoters pay me ten g's just to on the mic
Bitch! $hort dawg it down with the e double

onasis]
Shhhhh! you remind me of my fat chain
Some of y'all are just small
Be a boss true true game
yeah
Dig this y'all, my is dangerous
dog, coming through the smog with $hort dawg
Ahhh! with 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 get no clearer
$hort dawg, the e double, and breed we roll
Like girls in c.a.u. the good power-u
Owww! money is the key to
So I can live it up with the on soul train
The impact, major league dough like justice
Yo breed, $hort dawg, show em how we this

$hort]
Like some pioneers, don't forget it some nigga