Luyện nghe bài hát Fat Gold Chain

[erick
Whoo! uhh, ah ah, ayahhh, ahh ahh ahh
And you don't stop, ahh ahh, 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 I swing
I'm born to mack, always strapped, the black gat
Who out there I boy wanna get touched
Roll up, and a slug to the chest, so duck
I the talk, walk 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 that mean? I rolled the
And puff the indo smoke in it, I in a minute
Crazy holy doctor holdin me 'cause I be b
Sewin up like monopoly, stoppin me
Dig it, funkdafied like brat, that?
I stick and move on tracks while I smoke a twenty
Who the e can't rock? that's bullshit
Suck my dick and get a big fat of my balls
You wanna brawl? punk I not
You might get beat down and stomped sasquatch
Your girl, like keith sweat, I fuck her
Psych, I stuck her
Huh, I got to make your whole head swell up
an icepack - homeboy shut the hell up
I rock the mic with too $hort, y'all niggaz what's happenin
Everything he touch goes
Eyeeaaaah!

$hort]
I made a half a million in a
And nigga on the street got a tape playin me
You can't believe it? erick sermon, with $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 spent years in the studio makin funky
Signed a bunch of niggaz with some tight ass
It's like dom, it's like keith murray
Makin millionaires but it no hurry
Cause we all in it for the run
I won't leave the until a song's done
And nuthin really hard about gettin my cash
A big fat house with a stashed
You other niggaz got this rap game
Givin dat's to the label, straight shorted
you gettin paid, but I can't tell
You keep rappin in my ear and got me mad as
You talk a good 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
Another face in the crowd bustin
Wishin you be in the light
Promoters pay me ten g's to breathe on the mic
Bitch! dawg puttin it down with the e double

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

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