Luyện nghe bài hát H-O-S-T-Y-L-E

That's right ugh, it out
Back in the days where the were fresh
It was one MC who had to pass the
He was down by law and he's ready to
That's right yawl, it's today

Yo yo, yo
Woke up in the morning and my eggs was
Turned on the boob saw the million man march
Tha cops in DC had to play
a, warn in plans looking at the quarters of France

Ants in my pants so I dips in the
Picked up the keys, caught a call
She yelling bones in my swell
I'm like why can't a brother can't up
All I'm hearing is clobbers, up

Lighted some butter, wu tighten my
Shouted lover to those
Put holes in clothes
Bitch niggas weak shit in the game
On the streets,smoking dough and leak on the

(The pushers and face musher's)
Those types that fuck with me
(Throw ya in the sky)

(The bread winners, the getters)
Those them types fuck with me
(Let's get m-o-n-e-y)

(The guzzlers and the Henny huzzelers)
Those them that fuck with me
(This is b-i)

(The chicks who loved it)
Those them types that with me
(Let's get this money we die)

a vocal like the local weed spot
Dimebags I go through, I'm at the penical of smoke
Tree's in a squeeze, night breeze
For I hair might freeze, somebody give me a light please

fact I got matches I strike these don
Son where you from Vernon forty one
ya shorty come, know she calling me for what
She ignoring me unless she horny and I got Trojans on me

I just stop smiling, hands on her hips posing for me
I limped over with
Told me to meet me a quarter three
And her on the ass cheek
Ghetto classy, if you ask me, if you ask me

(The drug pushers and musher's)
Those them types that with me
(Throw ya in the sky)

(The bread winners, the getters)
them types that fuck with me
(Let's get m-o-n-e-y)

(The guzzlers and the Henny huzzelers)
Those types that fuck with me
(This is b-i)

(The chicks who loved it)
Those them that fuck with me
(Let's get money till we die)

To all dem types that with me
For qb and so on, the crew
Mike Heron, Familiar
And my enginer, Max
(Zzzzz zzzzz)

Mo baby
To my man violence, what up
This our dudes, prince from pa
Yeah to the Mobb Deep and to the infamous
That's right, girl J Nicky

To my three kids, get down
Yeah, it's on, and my man Calito
to all my people, ugh
The who hand clique, terrific mud

(The drug pushers and musher's)
Those them that fuck with me
(Throw ya in the sky)

(The winners, the money getters)
Those them types that fuck me
(Let's get m-o-n-e-y)

(The guzzlers and the Henny huzzelers)
Those them types fuck with me
(This is b-i)

(The thug chicks who it)
Those them that fuck with me
(Let's get this money we die)