Luyện nghe bài hát Green Island

Motherfuckin and gentleman
My style's like Timberland
When I clock lyric then women give me more love than
And I can't it
My style flow local New Jersey transit
And you'll need Teddy to unjam it when I it
I'm N to the E W A R K, Newark 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 to make 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 than James with the Sex Machine shit
I keep the chronic patrol on the
in you're wondering why I keep my izm
My style's the ultimate 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 down if you can't it
Got a B-R-C-G, Blunt Rollers College
I got a degrees in Physics on how I can get
Then I check how many niggaz that can die from my Tec
and fuckin everyday
the N-E-W-A-R-K is where the niggaz robbin and stealin
Now Jersey's on max so the dutchie on the lefthand side
the hidash, in case we cridash, in my ride
So, sliiiide, I call the medics
You can bet bitch you get fly if you were FedEx
Can I, drop the on ya, run it on ya
Strong as ammonia, smell it from here to
Cause Reggie Noble dropped that named Noble at Sunoco
I'm than rice and beans when I rock you ocho to ocho
Convertible, fuel-injected, why my style's well-respected
I'm dope on the ridealz, so fidealz, on my
My music more than a kid at 300 XL
And chumps are what two niggaz dropped the funk funk
Verbally you never heard of me I smoke you degrees

cause Reggie Noble's known like
and cause surgery for
Hey, if it take a million niggaz to stop it like Chuck did
I get hot busted when I dip my
Keep it heated for the that's not off my block
Cause we run around Newark with the cock
And if ya don't know the flavor, be a guy and enter
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 TWEET TWEET on the calendar
Cause you couldn't pull my number if your class was Algebra
I make bitches moan to my Stallone Sylvester
I'm more deadlier than a whole school system of investors
So check us, I always smoke mad before breakfast
Cause I, Get Around like 2Pac with in my Justic
Hold tight, hold tight, hold tight
I'm sooper like my man cat, cause I keep my styles jam
I wrreerawwwowww like Anthrax, my pants like Bill Bixby
You could tell the was fat from the work of my MP-60
I the chronic that's why my sinus always fucked up
Them bones, them bones, them will have you fucked up
I blaze blunts with my Mellow, yo say hello
(Yo dogg?)

Really, now pass the second to Quilly
Now sit your big ass down 'cause I don't 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 bone out yo' ass
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 with that dirty

And yo, chronic bubonic the funky
you find it I'll have to rewind it minds 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 Malcolm
I was hiiiiigh, I thought I survive
That's why I quit my to five and got live
Because this hip-to-the-hop shit my pockets
And I'm Audi for ninety-four because I already got my
Hoes, hoes, and more