Luyện nghe bài hát Greeny Green

Check out, bust it
This is like a rocket, you never
This many condominiums in your
Uh, you never this much weed before
Where else can niggas go
Don't tomorrow, it's about today, bruh
I want some coochie that I ain't pay for
I'm the one holidayed ya
ATL, where we par-laya
No nigga with his gat wanna clown
It's enough in the streets to go round two, three times
Atlanta, the doctor's
Always somebody the payphone
Say homes, where daughter
She'll tell ya I'm like Artesian water
Feed me a quarter a jukebox
I sell like rocks, the police oughta stop checkin
The Lord gave me a
Long as rocks I with you
Think the Lord with you
Uh, you think he you
You think he you
Or he you

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

Suits of patrol sectors
Day centers ran by vestors
Drunk drivers the steering wheel of liquor trucks
New think they won the diversion on pure luck
Shark pools in the hall, one drop can start a
Feeding off of your ignorance of the law no excuse
We here by careful, vigilence
Vampires lace personal pants with
Just ask for the
Crackers crave samples of niggas
Strands of and semen
lights in the basements
Having conversations voices between four by fours
Rack 'em up, I'll bust your
playing the role of executioner, been years on death row
Now he don't wanna die for arranging his murder
Equal opportunity, designated don't discriminate
Like unemployment, officers doing
done stepped on we, the green green
One in this team
Y'all done on we, the green green
(Poetry runs deep in team)

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

Belligerent thoughts of militant
in the brush, love or lust
Which can we trust hidden in the
they bounce 'em every third month
Yeah, after the big flood of
in your own evidence
Now you to believe me
You back to hangin Parks
That's you called her
Now you run you know that's what you want
If I felt like everything was
Maybe then I could on wood
To protect the
surrounds my innermost thoughts
Until my were caught unguarded
As as it is to be perfect I try
And I flaw listening to the next guy
That knew more and saw it I did
Came up big, to dig an early
Get up, and turn a slave for the rhythm
We rap, get slapped by the system

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