Luyện nghe bài hát Green Island

Motherfuckin and gentleman
My style's like Timberland
When I clock lyric then give me more love than Wimbledon
And I can't it
My style flow local New Jersey transit
And need Teddy to unjam it when I cram it
I'm N to the E W A R K, Newark NJ got the AK
When I wave bitch you say heeyyyyyyyy (da new new new new newwwww)
I'm a Kid From the
I got big to make your pussy walls dribble in my drawers
Hey boy this is the way the East coast swing it so it
Man I told you ass than James with the Sex Machine shit
I keep the chronic on the road
in case you're why I keep my izm
My style's the ultimate funk I mic checka
Cause I smoked else's shit up
One two
So check the, manuscript, man you
And I effects to niggaz with my Black and Decker
Put it if you can't handle it
Got a B-R-C-G, Blunt College Graduate
I got a in Physics on how high I can get
Then I check how many niggaz that can die from my Tec
and niggaz everyday
Cause the N-E-W-A-R-K is the niggaz robbin and stealin
Now Jersey's on max so the dutchie on the lefthand side
Hide the hidash, in we cridash, in my ride
So, sliiiide, before I call the
You can bet you couldn't get fly if you were FedEx
Can I, drop the on ya, run it on ya
Strong as ammonia, smell it from here to
Cause Reggie dropped that cock named Noble at Sunoco
I'm better than and beans when I rock you ocho to ocho
Convertible, fuel-injected, that's why my style's
I'm dope on the ridealz, so fidealz, on my
My music more underground a kid at 300 XL
And chumps are wondering two niggaz dropped the funk funk
Verbally you never heard of me I smoke you degrees

cause Reggie Noble's known like
and surgery for emergency
Hey, if it take a million niggaz to stop it just Chuck did
I get hot busted I dip my nuggets
Keep it heated for the that's not off my block
Cause we run Newark with the nine cock
And if ya don't the flavor, be a tough guy and enter
So go show you more nigga events than Jacob Jaffrey
I'm genuine, to the rhyme, get canines
Cops that got the hot glock for when it's playtime
I rock around the TWEET TWEET on the calendar
Cause you pull my number if your class major was Algebra
I make bitches moan to my Stallone Sylvester
Cause I'm more deadlier than a whole school of investors
So us, I always smoke mad blunts before breakfast
I, Get Around like 2Pac with Poetic in my Justic
Hold tight, tight, everybody hold tight
I'm sooper like my man cat, cause I keep my jam packed
I wrreerawwwowww like Anthrax, my pants like Bill Bixby
You could tell the tracks was fat the work of my MP-60
I the chronic that's why my sinus always fucked up
Them bones, them bones, them will have you fucked up
I blunts with my nigga Mellow, yo say hello
(Yo dogg?)

Really, now pass the second blunt to
Now sit your big ass down 'cause I don't know about rap stuff
There wasn't rap when I was pickin cotton, massa
Y'all y'all whippersnappers, with the on backwards
Man, y'all fuck around with Quilly I kick a bone out yo' ass
Watch out now, I ain't
I representin the oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-G's from forty-three
I'm gonna your ass, til your heart stop beating
And if you keep on with dirty mistreatin

And yo, chronic bubonic the bionic
you find it I'll have to rewind it where minds are
Time 4 Sum Aksion so to find it
I smoked out like a cookout, look out my out
That was last album when I was bouncin on like Malcolm
I was hiiiiigh, I thought I wouldn't
That's why I my nine to five and got live
Because this hip-to-the-hop shit my pockets
And I'm Audi for because I already got my props
Hoes, hoes, and hoes