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 sound from the
E double and too $hort, what the you thought?
I come with the ruckus, it's my thing I swing
I'm to mack, always strapped, with the black gat
Who out there I boy wanna get touched
Roll up, and catch a to the chest, so duck
I talk the talk, the walk, now nigga
Five hundred s with hand on trigger
Crazy lestat, check my record
Everything I touch is since eighteen years old
So what mean? I rolled the blunt
And puff the smoke in it, I trip in a minute
holy doctor holdin me 'cause I be rockin b
Sewin up like monopoly, stoppin me
Dig it, funkdafied like brat, that?
I stick and move on tracks while I smoke a sack
Who said the e can't rock? that's
my dick and get a big fat lick of my balls
You brawl? punk I thought not
You might get beat and stomped like sasquatch
Your girl, like sweat, I wanna fuck her
Psych, I already her
Huh, I got rhymes to make your whole head up
an icepack - homeboy shut the hell up
I rock the mic too $hort, y'all niggaz know what's happenin
Everything he goes platinum
Eyeeaaaah!

[too
I made a a million in a week
And every nigga on the street got a playin me
You can't believe it? erick sermon, rollin with
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 with some tight ass raps
like father dom, it's like keith murray
Makin but it ain't no hurry
we all in it for the long run
I leave the studio until a song's done
And ain't nuthin really hard about my cash
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 keep in my ear and got me mad as hell
You talk a good but I don't believe in you
You smoked a lotta blunts but I got mo' weed you
I guess I see you on the charts in the
Another in the crowd bustin freestyles
Wishin you be in the light
pay me ten g's just to breathe on the mic
Bitch! $hort dawg puttin it down with the e

onasis]
Shhhhh! you remind me of my fat chain
Some of are just small change
Be a boss with true true
Yeah
Dig this y'all, my is dangerous
Atomic dog, coming through the smog with $hort
Ahhh! quick with the trig be nimble
I shoot like g mob goes liftin through my
Chik chik pow! how you 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! money is the key to
So I can live it up the girls on soul train
The impact, major league dough like justice
Yo breed, $hort dawg, show em how we this

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