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 local like New Jersey transit
And need Teddy to unjam it when I cram it
I'm from N to the E W A R K, NJ got the AK
I wave bitch you better say heeyyyyyyyy (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 this is the way the East swing it so bring it
Man I told you ass Brown-er than with the Sex Machine shit
I keep the chronic on the road
in you're wondering why I keep my izm
My the ultimate funk when I mic checka
I smoked everybody else's shit up
One two
So the, manuscript, man you flipped
And I effects to niggaz 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 in Physics on how high I can get
Then next I check how many that can die from my Tec
and niggaz everyday
Cause the N-E-W-A-R-K is where the niggaz robbin and
Now on max so pass the dutchie on the lefthand side
Hide the hidash, in we cridash, in my ride
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
as ammonia, smell it from here to California
Cause Reggie Noble dropped that cock named at Sunoco
I'm better than rice and beans when I you ocho to ocho
Convertible, fuel-injected, that's why my well-respected
I'm dope on the ridealz, so fidealz, on my
My music more than a kid at 300 XL
And chumps are wondering two niggaz dropped the funk funk
Verbally you never heard of me I smoke you third

cause Reggie known like burglary
and cause 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 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 more nigga events than Jacob Jaffrey
I'm genuine, to the rhyme, get your
Cops that got the hot glock for when it's playtime
I rock around the TWEET TWEET on the calendar
Cause you couldn't pull my number if class major was Algebra
I make bitches moan to my Stallone without
Cause I'm more deadlier than a whole school 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 tight
I'm sooper like my man cat, cause I keep my styles jam
I wrreerawwwowww like Anthrax, split my like Bill Bixby
You could tell the tracks was fat the work of my MP-60
I smoke the chronic that's why my sinus fucked up
Them bones, them bones, bones will have you fucked up
I blaze blunts with my nigga Mellow, yo say
(Yo dogg?)

Really, now the second blunt to Quilly
Now sit your big ass 'cause I don't know 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 kick a bone out yo' ass
Watch out now, I bullshittin
I representin the from forty-three goddamnit
I'm gonna whoop your ass, til your heart stop
And if you keep on with that dirty

And yo, chronic bubonic the funky
you find it have to rewind it where minds are blinded
Time 4 Sum Aksion so time to 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 I wouldn't survive
That's why I quit my to five and got live
Because this hip-to-the-hop fills my pockets
And I'm Audi for ninety-four I already got my props
Hoes, hoes, and more