Luyện nghe bài hát H-O-S-T-Y-L-E

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

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

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

Lighted some butter, wu tighten my
Shouted to those hungry
Put holes in they
Bitch niggas throwing weak in the game
On the streets,smoking and leak on the heap

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

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

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

(The thug chicks who it)
Those them types that with me
(Let's get this money 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 hair might freeze, somebody give me a light

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

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

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

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

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

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

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