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 the sound from the ghetto
E double and too $hort, the fuck you thought?
I with the ruckus, it's my thing when I swing
I'm born to mack, always strapped, the black gat
Who out there I swear boy wanna get
Roll up, and a slug to the chest, so duck
I talk the talk, the walk, now nigga
hundred s drivin with hand on trigger
Crazy lestat, check my record
Everything I touch is since eighteen years old
So what that I rolled the blunt
And puff the indo smoke in it, I in a minute
Crazy holy doctor me 'cause I be rockin b
Sewin up like monopoly, nobody's me
Dig it, like brat, how's 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? I thought not
You might get beat and stomped like 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 the mic with too $hort, y'all niggaz know what's happenin
Everything he touch platinum
Eyeeaaaah!

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I made a half a in a week
And every nigga on the street got a playin me
You believe it? erick sermon, rollin with $hort
Rolled california all the way to new york
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 with some tight ass raps
It's like father dom, like keith murray
Makin but it ain't no hurry
Cause we all in it for the run
I won't leave the studio a song's done
And ain't nuthin hard about gettin my cash
A big fat house with a stashed
You other got this rap game distorted
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 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 in the meanwhile
face in the crowd bustin freestyles
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 gold
of y'all are just small change
Be a boss with true game
yeah
Dig this y'all, my music is
dog, coming through the smog with $hort dawg
Ahhh! quick the trig jack be nimble
I like g mob goes liftin through my window
Chik chik pow! how you me now?
The man in the mirror it don't get no
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 with the girls on soul
The impact, major league dough dave justice
Yo breed, $hort dawg, show em how we bust

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Like true pioneers, don't forget it some nigga