Luyện nghe bài hát Holla

Yea, yea, this shit sound
One, two O'clock in the mornin' the full moon out
Niggaz in they creepin'
With a fresh box of ecstasy pills for these

Yea, select, please collect, G's connect
Thieves nigga direct the trees to the smoke
Wanna take a
Yes, the newest I'm in
I'm like Smithsonian nigga, fuck it me Napoleon
Wave the torch, cut the head off the
The terminology I'm in 'cause a frenzy up in Ireland
Hit ya, I'm get ya
And drop the bomb at your Barmitzvah
Yo, map shit out, blast through the
With a wife beater on, bushes below, a new of sneakers
niggaz hang on the sidewalk, that's where I learned my fly talk
Pimp strut and how to sky
Moderatin' how we establish the whole
The way we honor it, never conquer it
See how we wreck, has a global effect, on Polish people
Young and restless down to the old and
them, Czechoslovakian to Yugoslavian niggaz
Be all into my bounce so be botherin', niggaz
So now you feel the whole cathedralish bounce
Put one in your stomach leave you in a crouch, nigga
My is spectacular
Strategic have you lookin' wacker than a postal office massacre
Is that so? Make just like a fatso
Bounce in a Minivan Astro my gat blow

Aiyyo, get up, get up, get
Roll up, light up, and smoke that
Bitch yo' hips and bounce real slow
Niggaz rep yo' hood, I'm that
All my niggaz if you me
Yea, I see you,
All my bitches, if you're me
Yea, I see you,

Yea, my whole entire mind state
Than and mathematics like Galileo
Smash you like mashed potato
when niggaz used to rock Ballys and Clarks
I used to watch, niggaz shouldn't hustle nickel crack in the park
Barrels spray the brighter flame in the
Blood spill stain on the street, that's how niggaz be they mark
Fuckin' with diplomats who Bailey's
and quickly get other money fuckin' with Israelis
So solid how we be symbolic to a of niggaz
That be all schemin' on the same
Them niggaz that be conspirin' and kidnappin'
happens, gun clap for you in a gift wrappin'
You follow how the style switch up
Like a group of religious niggaz schemin' to kill ArchBishop
You big pussy nigga all hard
Call me Atheist, I don't believe in you, God
It's like a grand feast the bounce of the century
I tote the recipe for any type of discrepancy
Busta Rhymes the great artist and architect
Like how a Filippo Brunelleschi is so hard to get
We got the shit for the street
Nevertheless, we split head and your chest, now rock to the beat
Yo, we got the obscure for the street
Nevertheless, we split your and your chest, now rock to the beat

Aiyyo, get up, get up, get
Roll up, light up, and smoke that
Bitch shake yo' hips and real slow
Niggaz rep yo' hood, I'm with
All my if you with me
Yea, I see you,
All my bitches, if you're me
Yea, I see you,

Holla at me now,
Yea, Busta Rhymes, cookin' up a little brown chicken
Dr. Dre niggaz, yea