Luyện nghe bài hát Green Island

Motherfuckin and gentleman
My style's like Timberland
When I clock lyric then women give me more than Wimbledon
And I can't it
My flow local like New Jersey transit
And you'll need Teddy to unjam it 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 make your walls dribble in my drawers
Hey boy this is the way the coast swing it so bring it
Man I told you ass Brown-er James with the Sex Machine shit
I the chronic patrol on the road
in case wondering why I keep my izm
My the ultimate funk when I mic checka
Cause I 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 handle it
Got a B-R-C-G, Blunt Rollers Graduate
I got a degrees in on how high I can get
Then I check how many niggaz that can die from my Tec
and niggaz everyday
Cause the N-E-W-A-R-K is where the robbin and stealin
Now Jersey's on max so pass the on the lefthand side
Hide the hidash, in case we cridash, in my
So, sliiiide, before I the medics
You can bet bitch you 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 cock named Noble at Sunoco
I'm better than rice and beans when I rock you ocho to
Convertible, fuel-injected, that's why my well-respected
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 heard of me I smoke you third degrees

cause Reggie Noble's known burglary
and cause for emergency
Hey, if it take a million niggaz to stop it just Chuck did
I get hot busted I dip my nuggets
it heated for the brothers that's not off my block
Cause we run around Newark the nine cock
And if ya don't know the flavor, be a guy and enter
So go you more nigga events than Jacob Jaffrey center
I'm genuine, to the rhyme, get your
Cops that got the hot stocked for when it's playtime
I around the Robin TWEET TWEET on the calendar
Cause you couldn't my number if your class major 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 smoke 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, I keep my styles jam packed
I like Anthrax, split my pants like Bill Bixby
You could tell the tracks was fat from the 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 blaze with my nigga Mellow, yo say hello
(Yo dogg?)

Really, now the second blunt to Quilly
Now sit your big ass down 'cause I know about this rap stuff
There wasn't rap I was pickin cotton, sayin massa
y'all whippersnappers, with the caps on backwards
Man, y'all around with Quilly I kick a bone out yo' ass quick
Watch out now, I ain't
I representin the oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-G's from forty-three
I'm whoop your ass, til your heart stop beating
And if you keep on with that mistreatin

And yo, bubonic the funky bionic
you find it have to rewind it where minds are blinded
Time 4 Sum Aksion so to find it
I smoked out like a cookout, look out my out
That was album when I was bouncin on trains like 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 fills my pockets
And I'm Audi for ninety-four because I already got my
Hoes, hoes, and hoes