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 to play
That's yawl, it's hostyle today

Yo yo, yo
Woke up in the morning and my was part
Turned on the toob saw the million man march
Tha in DC had to play scared
Gotta a, warn in plans looking at the of France

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

Lighted butter, wu tighten my gutter
lover to those hungry
Put holes in they
niggas throwing weak shit in the game
On the streets,smoking dough and leak on the

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

(The winners, the money getters)
Those them types 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 types that fuck with me
(Let's get money till we die)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

To my kids, get down baby
Yeah, on, Fredrick and my man Calito
to all my people, ugh
The who hand clique, terrific mud

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

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

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

(The thug who loved it)
Those them types fuck with me
(Let's get this till we die)