Luyện nghe bài hát Green Island

Motherfuckin and gentleman
My rugged like Timberland
When I clock then women give me more love than Wimbledon
And I stand it
My style flow local New Jersey transit
And you'll 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 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 dribble in my
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 the chronic patrol on the road
in you're wondering why I keep my izm
My style's the ultimate funk when I mic
Cause I smoked else's shit up
One two
So the, manuscript, man you flipped
And I give effects to niggaz with my and Decker
Put it down if you can't it
Got a B-R-C-G, Rollers College Graduate
I got a in Physics 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 and stealin
Now Jersey's on max so pass the dutchie on the side
Hide the hidash, in we cridash, in my ride
So, sliiiide, I call the medics
You can bet bitch you couldn't get fly if you FedEx
Can I, the funk on ya, run it on ya
Strong as ammonia, it from here to California
Cause Reggie Noble dropped that 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 than a kid at 300 XL
And chumps are wondering what two niggaz the funk funk
Verbally you never heard of me I you third 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 when I dip my nuggets
Keep it heated for the brothers that's not off my
we run around 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 Jacob Jaffrey center
I'm genuine, to the rhyme, get your
Cops that got the hot glock stocked for when playtime
I rock 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 Stallone Sylvester
Cause I'm more than a whole school system of investors
So check us, I always mad blunts before breakfast
Cause I, Get like 2Pac with Poetic in my Justic
Hold tight, tight, everybody hold tight
I'm sooper my man cat, cause I keep my styles jam packed
I wrreerawwwowww like Anthrax, split my pants like Bixby
You could tell the tracks was fat the work of my MP-60
I smoke the chronic why my sinus always fucked up
Them bones, them bones, them will have you fucked up
I blaze blunts my nigga Mellow, yo say hello
(Yo dogg?)

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

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