Luyện nghe bài hát Fat Gold Chain

[erick
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 and too $hort, what the fuck you thought?
I come with the ruckus, it's my thing when I
I'm born to mack, always strapped, 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, check my track
Everything I is gold since eighteen years old
So what that mean? I rolled the
And puff the indo smoke in it, I trip in a
Crazy holy doctor holdin me 'cause I be b
Sewin up monopoly, nobody's stoppin me
Dig it, like brat, how's that?
I stick and move on tracks while I smoke a 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 keith sweat, I wanna her
Psych, I already her
Huh, I got rhymes to your whole head swell up
Here's an icepack - homeboy the hell up
I rock the mic 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 nigga on the street got a tape playin me
You can't believe it? erick sermon, rollin $hort
Rolled california all the way to new york
In big benzes, g it up
Now we trying to squash all that east/west
We spent years in the makin funky tracks
Signed a bunch of niggaz with some ass raps
It's like father dom, it's keith murray
millionaires but it ain't no hurry
Cause we all in it for the run
I won't leave the until a song's done
And ain't nuthin really about gettin my cash
A big fat with a million stashed
You other niggaz got rap game distorted
Givin dat's to the label, straight shorted
Claim you gettin paid, but I tell
You keep in my ear and got me mad as hell
You talk a good game but I 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

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Shhhhh! you me of my fat gold chain
Some of are just small change
Be a boss with true game
Yeah
Dig this y'all, my music is
Atomic dog, coming the smog with $hort dawg
Ahhh! quick with the 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! is the key to fame
So I can live it up with the girls on soul
The impact, major dough like dave justice
Yo breed, $hort dawg, em how we bust this

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Like some true pioneers, don't it some nigga