Luyện nghe bài hát H-O-S-T-Y-L-E

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

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

Ants in my so I dips 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 hearing is clobbers, up

Lighted some butter, wu tighten my
lover to those hungry
Put in they clothes
Bitch niggas throwing 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 that with 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 who loved it)
Those them types that fuck me
(Let's get this till we die)

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

fact I got matches I strike these don
Son where you coming from forty one
Here ya shorty come, 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 with laughter
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 pushers and face musher's)
them types 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 with me
(This is b-i)

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

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

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

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

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

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