Luyện nghe bài hát Green Island

Motherfuckin and gentleman
My style's rugged like
When I clock lyric then women give me more love than
And I stand it
My style flow like New Jersey transit
And need Teddy 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 the Hall
I got big balls to make your pussy walls in my drawers
Hey boy this is the way the East swing it so bring 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 funk when I mic checka
I smoked everybody else's shit up
One two
So the, manuscript, man you flipped
And I give 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 degrees in on how high I can get
Then next I check how many niggaz can die from my Tec
and fuckin niggaz
Cause the N-E-W-A-R-K is the niggaz robbin and stealin
Now on max so pass 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 couldn't get fly if you were
Can I, the funk on ya, run it on ya
Strong as ammonia, it from here to California
Reggie Noble dropped that cock named Noble at Sunoco
I'm than rice 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 underground than a kid at 300 XL
And chumps are wondering what two dropped the funk funk
Verbally you never of me I smoke you third degrees

cause Reggie known like burglary
and surgery for emergency
Hey, if it take a million niggaz to stop it just Chuck did
I get hot busted when I dip my
Keep it heated for the brothers not off my block
Cause we run around with the nine cock
And if ya don't know the flavor, be a tough guy and
So go show you more nigga than Jacob Jaffrey center
I'm genuine, to the rhyme, get canines
Cops that got the hot glock stocked for when playtime
I rock around the Robin TWEET on the calendar
Cause you couldn't my number if your class major was Algebra
I make bitches to my Stallone without Sylvester
Cause I'm deadlier than a whole school system of investors
So check us, I always smoke mad blunts before
Cause I, Get Around like 2Pac with Poetic in my
Hold tight, tight, everybody hold tight
I'm sooper like my man cat, cause I my styles jam packed
I wrreerawwwowww like Anthrax, split my pants like Bixby
You could tell the was fat from the work of my MP-60
I smoke the chronic that's why my always fucked up
Them bones, them bones, bones 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 I don't know about this rap stuff
There wasn't rap I was pickin cotton, sayin massa
Y'all y'all whippersnappers, the caps on backwards
Man, y'all around with Quilly I kick a bone out yo' ass quick
Watch out now, I ain't
I representin the oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-G's from forty-three
I'm gonna whoop your ass, til your heart beating
And if you keep on that dirty mistreatin

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