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 the test
He was down by law and ready to play
That's yawl, it's hostyle today

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

Ants in my pants so I in the door
Picked up the keys, a telephone call
She yelling bones in my sounds
I'm like why can't a brother rise up
All I'm is clobbers, hung up

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

(The drug pushers and musher's)
them 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 Henny and the Henny huzzelers)
Those them that fuck with me
(This is b-i)

(The chicks who loved it)
Those them types 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 smoke
Tree's in a squeeze, night breeze
For I blow might freeze, somebody give me a light please

Matter fact I got 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 with laughter
Told me to meet me a quarter after
And her on the ass cheek
thug classy, if you ask me, if you ask me

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

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

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

Mo greens
To my man untouchable violence, up
our dudes, prince from pa rule
Yeah to the Mobb and to the infamous Mobb
right, girl J Nicky Brown

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

(The pushers and face musher's)
Those them types that fuck 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 Henny and the Henny huzzelers)
Those them 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)