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, 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, strapped, with the black gat
Who out there I boy wanna get touched
up, and catch a slug to the chest, so duck
I talk the talk, walk the walk, now
Five hundred s with hand on trigger
Crazy lestat, my track record
Everything I touch is gold since years old
So what that mean? I the blunt
And puff the indo smoke in it, I trip in a
Crazy holy doctor 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 the e can't rock? that's bullshit
Suck my and get a big fat lick of my balls
You wanna brawl? punk I not
You might get beat and stomped like sasquatch
Your girl, like keith sweat, I fuck her
Psych, I already her
Huh, I got rhymes to make your head swell up
an icepack - homeboy shut 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 a half a million in a week
And every on the street got a tape playin me
You can't believe it? sermon, rollin with $hort
Rolled from california all the way to new
In big benzes, g it up
Now we trying to squash all that stuff
We spent years in the studio funky tracks
Signed a of niggaz with some tight 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 leave the studio until a song's done
And ain't nuthin really hard about gettin my
A big fat house with a stashed
You other niggaz got this rap game
dat's to the label, straight gettin shorted
Claim you paid, but I can't tell
You rappin in my ear and got me mad as hell
You a good game but I don't believe in you
You smoked a blunts but I got mo' weed than you
I guess I see you on the charts in the
Another face in the bustin freestyles
you could be in the light
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 just 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 like g mob goes liftin through my window
chik pow! how you like me now?
The man in the mirror it get no clearer
$hort dawg, the e double, and breed we thick
Like girls in c.a.u. with the good
Owww! is the key to fame
So I can live it up with the girls on train
The impact, major dough like dave justice
Yo breed, $hort dawg, show em how we bust

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some true pioneers, don't forget it some nigga