Luyện nghe bài hát Here Ye, Hear Ye

theres a rainbow depending on where you stand
whether the dashboard a yay or the walls a hundred each
double r interior tan, outside is
oh you make a deal out in golden beach
or the keys ducking the florida ds
but you only end up with and sand
i know niggas that run their shadows like peter pan
like its a nike commercial but hes the man
what they like on site he murk like hes the clan
8 balls the of baseballs like jeters hand
it fecal fam, its the shit
zip ya face up when is on the script
me in the gap v with some bbc trunks
flip flops sipping on cream its punch
i push the spaceship with the chrome lady in the
bending over like she puffed bustas blunt
i told yall once, i think im hungry
eat yall niggas lunch
yall niggas cunts, im the commonwealth
where aint common
when niggas roll with chrome solvers looking for problems
mouth full of gold, flame they roll
arthritic fingers niggas when they stroll
in the hats for the cane and the gold
the golds for the chain and the cane was on
ayo tip get pion niggas told

[t.i]
still stand tall when it all down
whether hollywood hills or a one horse
you should know better, theres no better than four letters
more than ever niggas want me
they starving and im getting fed
but em anyway
id rather be me on my worst day than to be a sucka nigga on his
all cake no candles, just a living
ten toes all out no sandals
godfather, a young brando
let me make sure understand yo
here ye, here ye, you you fear me
real niggas on shine, much obliged, merci!
everybody wanna criticise him bout how bad he up
look how bad he coulda
i coulda a body sold a brick to somebody
who volunteered my to the federales
i made it outta all of that like i gon be proud of that
so petty shit, you sticking to me, all you got of that
this for all my niggas
who bout to go to and let a nigga kill em
so we leaving this po snub nose in his
trap or death is waiting round the that he been in
on bended knee, god us, weve been sinning
in our defence, at the options weve been given
laying in the prison cell at the ceiling
back in this bitch again, i guess they bullshittin huh
still wonder where it all went
since phil got killed i aint moved on
like im still in the club the blows got thrown
when my crown fell down and i got

bunch of niggas around but i all alone
like a piece of me is missin, it never came home
probably in a van when it all hit the fan
save the of a friend we dont all get the chance
now here i stand with blood on my hands trying hard to explain so hi mom
i done fought for the loss for the of a man
only know how thatll take a toll on a man
on the world of my shoulders: heavy
visibly composed, my buried
scary, so if i pop a pill, a blunt or take a shot
yall let a niggga
baffled how my life unravelled
in the meantime time travelled
cant see behind the of my castle
opinionated son but who asked you
i you what you do
ya two cents
kick rocks to a pitching to make a wish
shit, if had wings, theyd all make it to heaven
and wed all be
if wishes had wings, all make it to heaven
and wed all be