Luyện nghe bài hát Green Island

Motherfuckin and gentleman
My rugged like Timberland
When I clock lyric then women give me more than Wimbledon
And I stand it
My style flow local like New transit
And you'll need Teddy to unjam it when I it
I'm from N to the E W A R K, NJ got the AK
When I bitch you better say heeyyyyyyyy (da new new new new newwwww)
I'm a Kid From the
I got big balls to make your pussy dribble in my drawers
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 why I keep my izm
My style's the ultimate funk I mic checka
Cause I smoked else's shit up
One two
So check the, manuscript, man you
And I give effects to niggaz with my Black and
Put it if you can't handle it
Got a B-R-C-G, Blunt Rollers Graduate
I got a in Physics on how high I can get
Then next I check how many niggaz can die from my Tec
and fuckin niggaz
Cause the is where 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 couldn't get fly if you were
Can I, drop the 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 better than 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 are wondering what two niggaz dropped the funk funk
Verbally you never of me I smoke you third degrees

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

And yo, chronic bubonic the bionic
you find it I'll have to it where minds are blinded
4 Sum Aksion so time to find 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 nine to five and got
Because this hip-to-the-hop shit my pockets
And I'm Audi for ninety-four I already got my props
Hoes, hoes, and hoes