Luyện nghe bài hát Green Island

Motherfuckin ladies and
My style's rugged like
When I clock lyric then women give me more love 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 N to the E W A R K, Newark NJ got the AK
When I wave bitch you better say (da new new new new newwwww)
I'm a Kid the Hall
I got big balls to your pussy walls dribble in my drawers
Hey boy is the way the East coast swing it so bring it
Man I told you ass Brown-er than with the Sex Machine shit
I keep the chronic patrol on the
in case you're why I keep 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 with my Black and Decker
Put it down if you can't 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 niggaz that can die from my Tec
and fuckin niggaz
the N-E-W-A-R-K is where the niggaz robbin 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, before I call the
You can bet you couldn't 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 Noble dropped that cock named 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 chumps are wondering what two niggaz dropped the funk
Verbally you never heard of me I you third degrees

Reggie Noble's known 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
Cause we run around Newark with the nine
And if ya know the flavor, be a tough 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 for when it's playtime
I rock around the Robin TWEET on the calendar
Cause you pull my number if your class major was Algebra
I make bitches moan to my Stallone without
Cause I'm more deadlier than a school system of investors
So check us, I smoke mad blunts before breakfast
Cause I, Get Around 2Pac with Poetic in my Justic
Hold tight, hold tight, hold tight
I'm sooper like my man cat, I keep my styles jam packed
I like 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 always fucked up
Them bones, them bones, them bones will have you up
I blunts with my nigga Mellow, yo say hello
(Yo dogg?)

Really, now pass the second blunt to
Now sit big ass down 'cause I don't know about this rap stuff
There wasn't rap when I was pickin cotton, sayin
Y'all y'all whippersnappers, with the on backwards
Man, y'all fuck around with Quilly I kick a out yo' ass quick
Watch out now, I ain't
I representin the oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-G's forty-three goddamnit
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 find it I'll have to rewind it minds are blinded
Time 4 Sum so time to find it
I smoked out like a cookout, out my dick's out
was last album 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 shit fills my pockets
And I'm Audi for ninety-four I already got my props
Hoes, hoes, and more