Luyện nghe bài hát Holla

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

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

Aiyyo, get up, get up, get
up, light up, and smoke that 'dro
Bitch 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 you're me
Yea, I see you,

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

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

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