Luyện nghe bài hát H-O-S-T-Y-L-E

That's ugh, check it out
Back in the days where the people fresh
It was one MC who had to the test
He was down by law and he's to play
That's right yawl, it's hostyle

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

(The drug and face musher's)
Those them types 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 them types that with me
(This is b-i)

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

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

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

To my three kids, get down
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 that 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 them types that fuck me
(This is b-i)

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