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, team select, please collect, G's
Thieves nigga direct the trees to the fest
Wanna a toke?
Yes, the newest I'm in
I'm Smithsonian nigga, fuck it call me Napoleon
the torch, cut the head off the Leviathan
The terminology I'm rhymin' in 'cause a frenzy up in
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, below, a new pair of sneakers
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 honor it, you'll never it
See how we wreck, has a global effect, on Polish people
and restless down to the old and feeble
Peep them, Czechoslovakian to niggaz
Be all into my bounce so be botherin', niggaz
So now you should the whole cathedralish bounce
Put one in your stomach leave you in a crouch, nigga
My vernacular is
Strategic plans'll have you lookin' than a postal office massacre
Is that so? moves just like a fatso
Bounce in a Astro after my gat blow

Aiyyo, get up, get up, get
Roll up, light up, and smoke that
Bitch shake yo' hips and bounce 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 mathematics like
Smash you niggaz like mashed
Back when used to rock Ballys and Clarks
I to watch, little niggaz shouldn't hustle nickel crack in the park
Barrels spray the flame in the dark
Blood spill on the street, that's how niggaz be leavin they mark
with diplomats who love Bailey's
Monopolize and quickly get other money fuckin' 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
happens, gun clap for you in a gift wrappin'
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 feast celebratin' the of the century
I tote the recipe quick for any type of
Busta Rhymes the renaissance 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 shit for the
Nevertheless, we split your head and your chest, now to the beat

Aiyyo, get up, get up, get
Roll up, up, and smoke that 'dro
Bitch shake yo' and bounce real slow
Niggaz rep yo' hood, I'm that
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 stew
Dr. Dre niggaz, yea