Luyện nghe bài hát Green Island

Motherfuckin and gentleman
My style's like Timberland
When I clock lyric then women give me more love Wimbledon
And I stand it
My style local like New Jersey transit
And you'll need Teddy to 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 From the
I got big balls to make your pussy walls dribble in my
Hey boy this is the way the coast swing it so bring it
Man I told you ass Brown-er than James with the Sex Machine
I keep the chronic on the road
in you're wondering why I keep my izm
My style's the ultimate funk I mic checka
Cause I everybody else's shit up
One two
So the, manuscript, man you flipped
And I give effects to 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 Physics on how I can get
Then next I check how niggaz that 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, smell it from to California
Cause Reggie dropped that cock named Noble at Sunoco
I'm better than rice and beans when I rock you to ocho
Convertible, fuel-injected, that's why my well-respected
I'm on the ridealz, so fidealz, on my didealz
My more underground than a kid at 300 XL
And chumps are wondering what two niggaz the funk funk
Verbally you never heard of me I smoke you third

Reggie Noble's known like burglary
and surgery for emergency
Hey, if it take a million niggaz to stop it like Chuck did
I get hot when I dip my nuggets
Keep it for the brothers that's not off my block
Cause we run 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 Jacob 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 pull my number if your class major was Algebra
I make bitches to my Stallone without Sylvester
Cause I'm more deadlier than a whole system of investors
So check us, I always mad blunts before breakfast
Cause I, Get Around like 2Pac Poetic in my Justic
Hold tight, hold tight, everybody hold
I'm sooper like my man cat, cause I keep my styles jam
I like Anthrax, split my pants like Bill Bixby
You could tell the was fat from the work of my MP-60
I smoke the chronic that's why my sinus always 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 blunt to Quilly
Now sit your big ass down 'cause I don't know this rap stuff
There wasn't rap when I was cotton, sayin massa
Y'all whippersnappers, with the caps on backwards
Man, y'all fuck around with Quilly I a bone out yo' ass quick
Watch out now, I bullshittin
I representin the oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-G's from forty-three
I'm gonna your ass, til your heart stop beating
And if you keep on that dirty mistreatin

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 like a cookout, out my dick's out
That was last album when I was on trains like Malcolm
I was hiiiiigh, I I wouldn't survive
why I quit my nine to five and got live
Because this hip-to-the-hop fills my pockets
And I'm for ninety-four because I already got my props
Hoes, hoes, and more