Luyện nghe bài hát Green Island

Motherfuckin and gentleman
My style's rugged Timberland
When I clock lyric then women give me more than Wimbledon
And I can't it
My style flow local like New transit
And you'll need Teddy to it when I cram it
I'm from N to the E W A R K, NJ got the AK
When I wave bitch you better say (da new new new new newwwww)
I'm a Kid From the
I got big balls to make your pussy walls dribble in my
Hey boy is the way the East coast swing it so bring it
Man I told you ass Brown-er James with the Sex Machine shit
I keep the patrol on the road
in case you're wondering why I my izm
My style's the ultimate funk I mic checka
I smoked everybody else's shit up
One two
So check the, manuscript, man you
And I give to niggaz with my Black and Decker
Put it down if you can't it
Got a B-R-C-G, Blunt College Graduate
I got a in Physics on how high I can get
Then next I check how many niggaz that can die my Tec
and fuckin 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 the medics
You can bet bitch you get fly if you were FedEx
Can I, the funk 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 rice and beans when I you ocho to ocho
Convertible, fuel-injected, that's why my style's
I'm on the ridealz, so fidealz, on my didealz
My more underground than a kid at 300 XL
And chumps are wondering what two dropped the funk funk
Verbally you never heard of me I smoke you degrees

cause Reggie Noble's known burglary
and surgery for emergency
Hey, if it a million niggaz to stop it just like Chuck did
I get hot busted 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 don't know the flavor, be a guy and enter
So go show you more nigga than Jacob Jaffrey center
I'm genuine, to the rhyme, get your
Cops that got the hot glock stocked for when playtime
I rock around the TWEET TWEET on the calendar
Cause you couldn't pull my number if your class was Algebra
I make bitches moan to my Stallone Sylvester
Cause I'm more deadlier than a whole system of investors
So us, I always smoke mad blunts 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, I keep my styles jam packed
I wrreerawwwowww Anthrax, split my pants like Bill Bixby
You could tell the tracks was fat from the work of my
I smoke the chronic that's why my sinus always up
Them bones, them bones, bones will have you fucked up
I blaze blunts with my nigga Mellow, yo say
(Yo dogg?)

Really, now pass the second to Quilly
Now sit your big ass down 'cause I know about this rap stuff
wasn't rap when I was pickin cotton, sayin massa
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 ain't
I the oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-G's from forty-three goddamnit
I'm gonna whoop your ass, til your stop beating
And if you keep on that dirty mistreatin

And yo, chronic bubonic the funky
you find it I'll have to it where minds are blinded
Time 4 Sum Aksion so time to it
I out like a cookout, look out my dick's out
That was last album 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 shit fills my
And I'm for ninety-four because I already got my props
Hoes, hoes, and more