Luyện nghe bài hát Greeny Green

Check out, bust it
is like a rocket, you never packed
This condominiums in your pocket
Uh, you never smoked much weed before
Where can these niggas go
Don't know tomorrow, it's about today,
I want some coochie that I gotta pay for
I'm the one that ya
ATL, where we par-laya
No jealous with his gat wanna clown
It's enough females in the streets to go two, three times
Atlanta, the doctor's
Always somebody the payphone
Say homes, your daughter
She'll tell ya I'm pure like water
Feed me a quarter a jukebox
I sell rhymes like rocks, the police stop checkin
The Lord me a blessing
Long as rocks I with you
Think the Lord pleased you
Uh, you he kissed you
You think he you
Or he you

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

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

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

Belligerent thoughts of militant
in the brush, love or lust
Which can we trust in the cuts
Terr-i-ble they bounce 'em third month
Yeah, the big flood of truth
Caught in own evidence
Now you hesitant to me
You back to hangin with
That's what you her
Now you run cause you that's what you want
If I like everything was good
then 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 flaw listening to the guy
That knew more and saw it I did
up big, to dig an early grave
Get up, and turn a slave for the rhythm
We rap, still get slapped by the

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