Luyện nghe bài hát Holla

Yea, yea, this sound like
One, two O'clock in the mornin' with the moon out
Niggaz in they trucks
With a fresh box of ecstasy pills for bitches

Yea, select, please collect, G's connect
Thieves nigga direct the trees to the smoke
take a toke?
Yes, the zone I'm in
I'm like nigga, fuck it call me Napoleon
Wave the torch, cut the off the Leviathan
The terminology I'm rhymin' in 'cause a frenzy up in
Hit ya, I'm get ya
And drop the scripture at your Barmitzvah
Yo, map out, blast through the speakers
a wife beater on, bushes below, a new pair of sneakers
Street niggaz on the sidewalk, that's where I learned my fly talk
Pimp and how to sky walk
how we establish the whole conglomerate
The way we honor it, you'll never it
See how we wreck, has a global effect, on even people
Young and restless down to the old and
them, Czechoslovakian to Yugoslavian niggaz
Be all into my bounce so don't be botherin',
So now you should feel the cathedralish bounce
Put one in stomach leave you in a fetalish crouch, nigga
My vernacular is
Strategic plans'll have you lookin' wacker than a postal massacre
Is that so? Make moves just a fatso
Bounce in a Minivan after my gat blow

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

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

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

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