Luyện nghe bài hát Green Island

Motherfuckin ladies and
My style's rugged like
When I clock lyric women give me more love than Wimbledon
And I stand it
My style flow local like New Jersey
And you'll need to unjam it when I cram it
I'm from N to the E W A R K, NJ got the AK
When I wave you better say heeyyyyyyyy (da new new new new newwwww)
I'm a Kid From the
I got big balls to make 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 patrol on the
in case you're wondering why I my izm
My the ultimate funk when I mic checka
Cause I everybody else's shit up
One two
So check the, manuscript, man you
And I give effects to niggaz my Black and Decker
Put it down if you handle it
Got a B-R-C-G, Blunt Rollers Graduate
I got a degrees in Physics on how I can get
Then I check how many niggaz that can die from my Tec
and fuckin everyday
Cause the N-E-W-A-R-K is where the niggaz and stealin
Now Jersey's on max so pass the dutchie on the lefthand
Hide the hidash, in case we cridash, in my
So, sliiiide, I call the medics
You can bet bitch you couldn't get fly if you were
Can I, drop the on ya, run it on ya
as ammonia, smell it from here to California
Cause Reggie dropped that cock named Noble at Sunoco
I'm better than rice and beans I rock you ocho to ocho
Convertible, fuel-injected, why my style's well-respected
I'm on the ridealz, so fidealz, on my didealz
My music more underground a kid at 300 XL
And chumps are wondering what two niggaz dropped the funk
Verbally you never heard of me I smoke you degrees

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

Really, now pass the blunt to Quilly
Now sit your big ass down 'cause I know about this rap stuff
There rap when I was pickin cotton, sayin massa
Y'all whippersnappers, with the caps on backwards
Man, y'all around with Quilly I kick a bone out yo' ass quick
Watch out now, I bullshittin
I representin the oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-G's from forty-three
I'm gonna whoop your ass, til your heart stop
And if you on with that dirty mistreatin

And yo, chronic bubonic the bionic
you find it I'll to rewind it where minds are blinded
Time 4 Sum Aksion so 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 I wouldn't survive
That's why I my nine to five and got live
Because this hip-to-the-hop fills my pockets
And I'm Audi for because I already got my props
Hoes, hoes, and hoes