Luyện nghe bài hát Green Island

Motherfuckin and gentleman
My style's like Timberland
When I clock lyric then give me more love 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 wave bitch you say heeyyyyyyyy (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 this is the way the East swing it so bring it
Man I you ass Brown-er than James with the Sex Machine shit
I keep the chronic patrol on the
in case you're why I keep my izm
My style's the ultimate funk I mic checka
Cause I everybody else's shit up
One two
So check the, manuscript, man you
And I give effects to niggaz with my and Decker
Put it down if you handle it
Got a B-R-C-G, Rollers 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 niggaz everyday
Cause the N-E-W-A-R-K is the niggaz robbin and stealin
Now Jersey's on max so pass the dutchie on the lefthand
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, smell it from here to
Cause Reggie Noble dropped 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 chumps are what two niggaz dropped the funk funk
Verbally you never heard of me I you third degrees

cause Reggie Noble's known like
and cause for emergency
Hey, if it take a million to stop it just like Chuck did
I get hot busted when I dip my
Keep it heated for the brothers not off my block
Cause we run around Newark with the cock
And if ya don't know the flavor, be a tough guy and
So go show you nigga events than Jacob Jaffrey center
I'm genuine, to the rhyme, get canines
Cops that got the hot glock stocked for it's playtime
I rock around the Robin TWEET on the calendar
Cause you couldn't pull my number if your class was Algebra
I make moan to my Stallone without Sylvester
Cause I'm more deadlier than a school system of investors
So check us, I always smoke mad blunts breakfast
Cause I, Get Around like 2Pac with in my Justic
tight, hold tight, everybody hold tight
I'm sooper like my man cat, cause I my styles jam packed
I wrreerawwwowww like Anthrax, split my like Bill Bixby
You could the tracks was fat from the work of my MP-60
I smoke the that's why my sinus always fucked up
bones, them bones, them bones will have you fucked up
I blaze blunts my nigga Mellow, yo say hello
(Yo dogg?)

Really, now the second blunt to Quilly
Now sit your big ass down 'cause I don't about this rap stuff
There wasn't rap when I was cotton, sayin massa
Y'all y'all whippersnappers, with the on backwards
Man, y'all fuck around with Quilly I 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 your heart beating
And if you keep on with that dirty

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