Luyện nghe bài hát Greeny Green

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

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

Suits of brutality patrol
Day care centers ran by
Drunk drivers behind the steering of liquor trucks
New comers think won the diversion on pure luck
Shark in the hall, one drop can start a frenzy
Feeding off of your of the law consider no excuse
We here by being careful,
lace personal pants with blood
Just ask for the
Crackers crave samples of niggas
Strands of and semen
lights in the basements
Having conversations with between four by fours
Rack 'em up, bust your head
Stay playing the role of executioner, been years on row
Now he don't wanna die for arranging his murder
Equal opportunity, designated bullets don't
unemployment, officers doing break
Y'all done on we, the green green
One in this team
done stepped on we, the green green
(Poetry runs in this team)

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

Belligerent thoughts of militant
Camouflaged in the brush, or lust
Which can we trust hidden in the
Terr-i-ble they bounce 'em every third
Yeah, the big flood of truth
Caught in own evidence
Now you to believe me
You back to hangin Parks
That's what you her
Now you run cause you that's what you want
If I felt like everything was
Maybe I could knock on wood
To the good
That surrounds my thoughts
Until my thoughts caught unguarded
As hard as it is to be I try
And I still listening to the next guy
That knew and saw it before I did
Came up big, to dig an grave
Get locked up, and turn a for the rhythm
We rap, still get by the system

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