Luyện nghe bài hát Holla

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

Yea, team select, please collect, G's
nigga direct the trees to the smoke fest
Wanna take a
Yes, the newest I'm in
I'm like Smithsonian nigga, it call 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 scripture at 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 where I my fly talk
strut and how to sky walk
Moderatin' how we 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 to the old and feeble
Peep them, Czechoslovakian to niggaz
Be all into my so don't be botherin', niggaz
So now you should feel the whole bounce
Put one in stomach leave you in a fetalish crouch, nigga
My is spectacular
Strategic plans'll you lookin' wacker 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 that 'dro
Bitch shake yo' 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 whole entire state deeper
astronomy and mathematics like Galileo
Smash you like mashed potato
Back when niggaz to rock Ballys and Clarks
I to watch, little niggaz shouldn't hustle nickel crack in the park
Barrels spray the brighter flame in the
spill stain on the street, that's how niggaz be leavin they mark
Fuckin' with diplomats who love
Monopolize and quickly get other money fuckin' with
So solid how we be symbolic to a handful of
That be all schemin' on the wallet
Them type that be conspirin' and kidnappin'
Shit happens, gun for you in a gift wrappin'
You should how the style switch up
Like a group of religious schemin' to kill they ArchBishop
You big pussy actin' all hard
Call me Atheist, because I don't in you, God
It's a grand feast celebratin' the bounce of the century
I the recipe quick for any type of discrepancy
Rhymes the great 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 for the street
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' hips and 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,

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