Luyện nghe bài hát Green Island

Motherfuckin ladies and
My style's rugged like
When I clock lyric then give me more love than Wimbledon
And I stand it
My flow local like New Jersey transit
And you'll Teddy to unjam it when I cram it
I'm from N to the E W A R K, NJ got the AK
I wave bitch you better say heeyyyyyyyy (da new new new new newwwww)
I'm a Kid the Hall
I got big balls to make your pussy walls in my drawers
Hey boy is the way the East coast swing it so bring it
Man I you ass Brown-er than James with the Sex Machine shit
I the chronic patrol 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 the, manuscript, man you flipped
And I give effects to with my Black and Decker
Put it if you can't handle it
Got a B-R-C-G, Blunt Rollers College
I got a degrees in on how high I can get
next I check how many niggaz that can die from my Tec
and niggaz everyday
Cause the N-E-W-A-R-K is where the niggaz robbin and
Now Jersey's on max so the dutchie on the lefthand side
Hide the hidash, in case we cridash, in my
So, sliiiide, before I call the
You can bet bitch you get fly if you were FedEx
Can I, drop the on ya, run it on ya
Strong as ammonia, smell it from to California
Cause Reggie Noble dropped that named Noble at Sunoco
I'm better than rice and beans when I rock you ocho to
Convertible, fuel-injected, why my style's well-respected
I'm dope on the ridealz, so fidealz, on my
My more underground than a kid at 300 XL
And chumps are wondering what two niggaz the funk funk
you never heard of me I smoke you third degrees

cause Reggie Noble's known burglary
and surgery for emergency
Hey, if it take a million niggaz to stop it just Chuck did
I get hot when I dip my nuggets
Keep it heated for the brothers that's not off my
Cause we run Newark with the nine cock
And if ya know the flavor, be a tough guy and enter
So go show you more events than Jacob Jaffrey center
I'm genuine, to the rhyme, get your
Cops that got the hot glock stocked for it's playtime
I rock around the Robin TWEET on the calendar
Cause you couldn't pull my number if your major was Algebra
I make bitches moan to my Stallone without
Cause I'm more deadlier than a whole system of investors
So check us, I always smoke mad blunts before
Cause I, Get Around 2Pac with Poetic in my Justic
tight, hold tight, everybody hold tight
I'm sooper my man cat, cause I keep my styles jam packed
I wrreerawwwowww like Anthrax, split my pants Bill Bixby
You could tell the was fat from the work of my MP-60
I smoke the chronic that's why my sinus always up
Them bones, them bones, them bones will have you up
I blaze with my nigga Mellow, yo say hello
(Yo dogg?)

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

And yo, bubonic the funky bionic
you find it I'll have to rewind it minds are blinded
4 Sum Aksion so time to find it
I smoked out a cookout, look out my dick's out
That was last when I was bouncin on trains like Malcolm
I was hiiiiigh, I thought I survive
That's why I quit my nine to five and got
Because this hip-to-the-hop fills my pockets
And I'm Audi for because I already got my props
Hoes, hoes, and more