Luyện nghe bài hát Greeny Green

Check this out, it
This is a rocket, you never packed
many condominiums in your pocket
Uh, you never smoked this much weed
Where can these niggas go
Don't know tomorrow, about today, bruh
I want some coochie that I ain't pay for
I'm the one that ya
ATL, land we par-laya
No nigga jealous with his gat clown
It's enough females in the to go round two, three times
Atlanta, the doctor's
Always somebody hoggin the
Say homes, your daughter
She'll ya I'm pure like Artesian water
Feed me a quarter like a
I sell rhymes like rocks, the oughta stop checkin
The Lord gave me a
Long as rocks I sees you
Think the Lord with you
Uh, you he kissed you
You he kissed you
Or he you

Poetry deep in the
Y'all done stepped on we, the green
Yeah, deep in the team
Y'all done on we, the green green
it

Suits of brutality patrol
Day centers ran by vestors
Drunk drivers the steering wheel of liquor trucks
New comers think they won the diversion on pure
Shark pools in the hall, one drop can a frenzy
Feeding off of your ignorance of the law consider no
We by being careful, vigilence
Vampires personal pants with blood
ask for the special
Crackers samples of niggas urine
of hair and semen
Blue in the basements
Having conversations with between four by fours
'em up, I'll bust your head
Stay the role of executioner, been years on death row
Now he wanna die for arranging his wife's murder
opportunity, designated bullets don't discriminate
Like unemployment, officers doing
done stepped on we, the green green
One deep in team
done stepped on we, the green green
(Poetry deep in this team)

Poetry in the team
Y'all done on we, the green green
Yeah, Poetry in the team
Y'all done on we, the green green
it

Belligerent thoughts of militant
Camouflaged in the brush, love or
Which can we trust in the cuts
Terr-i-ble they bounce 'em every third
Yeah, after the big flood of
Caught in your own
Now you to believe me
You back to with Parks
what you called her
Now you run you know that's what you want
If I like everything was good
Maybe then I knock on wood
To the good
That surrounds my innermost
Until my thoughts caught unguarded
As as it is to be perfect I try
And I still listening to the next guy
That knew more and saw it I did
Came up big, to dig an grave
Get locked up, and a slave for the rhythm
We rap, still get slapped by the

deep in the team
Y'all done on we, the green green
Yeah, deep in the team
Y'all stepped on we, the green green