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, is bond, word is bond
Now the sound from the ghetto
E double and too $hort, what the fuck you
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 talk the talk, the walk, now nigga
Five s drivin with hand on trigger
Crazy lestat, my track record
Everything I touch is gold since years old
So what mean? I rolled the blunt
And puff the indo smoke in it, I in a minute
holy doctor holdin me 'cause I be rockin b
Sewin up monopoly, nobody's stoppin me
Dig it, funkdafied brat, how's that?
I stick and move on while I smoke a twenty sack
Who said the e can't that's bullshit
my dick and get a big fat lick of my balls
You wanna brawl? I thought not
You might get beat down and stomped sasquatch
Your girl, like keith sweat, I fuck her
Psych, I already her
Huh, I got rhymes to make your 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 touch platinum
Eyeeaaaah!

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I made a half a in a week
And nigga on the street 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 all that east/west stuff
We spent years in the studio funky tracks
Signed a bunch of niggaz with some ass raps
It's father dom, it's like keith murray
millionaires but it ain't 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 a million stashed
You other niggaz got this rap distorted
Givin to the label, straight gettin shorted
Claim you gettin paid, but I can't
You keep in my ear and got me mad as hell
You talk a good game but I don't in you
You smoked a lotta blunts but I got mo' weed you
I I see you on the charts in the meanwhile
Another in the crowd bustin freestyles
Wishin you could be in the
Promoters pay me ten g's just to on the mic
Bitch! $hort puttin it down with the e double

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

[too
Like some true pioneers, forget it some nigga