Luyện nghe bài hát Holla

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

Yea, select, please collect, G's connect
Thieves nigga the trees to the smoke fest
Wanna take a
Yes, the zone I'm in
I'm like Smithsonian nigga, fuck it call me
the torch, cut the head off the Leviathan
The terminology I'm rhymin' in 'cause a up in Ireland
Hit ya, I'm get ya
And drop the scripture at your Barmitzvah
Yo, map shit out, through the speakers
With a beater on, bushes 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, never conquer it
See how we wreck, has a global effect, on even Polish
Young and restless down to the old and
Peep them, Czechoslovakian to Yugoslavian
Be all into my bounce so be botherin', niggaz
So now you should the whole cathedralish bounce
Put one in your stomach you in a fetalish crouch, nigga
My vernacular is
Strategic plans'll have you lookin' than a postal office massacre
Is that so? Make 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
shake yo' hips and bounce real slow
Niggaz rep yo' hood, I'm with
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 state deeper
Than and mathematics like Galileo
Smash you niggaz like mashed
Back niggaz 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
Fuckin' with who love Bailey's
and quickly get other money fuckin' with Israelis
So solid how we be symbolic to a handful of
be all schemin' on the same wallet
Them niggaz that be conspirin' and kidnappin'
Shit happens, gun clap for you in a gift
You should follow how the style up
Like a group of religious niggaz schemin' to kill they
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 quick for any of discrepancy
Rhymes the great renaissance artist and architect
Like how a Brunelleschi portrait is so hard to get
We got the shit for the street
Nevertheless, we split your head and your chest, now 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, light up, and smoke that
Bitch shake yo' hips and bounce real
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, Busta Rhymes, cookin' up a brown stew chicken
Dr. Dre niggaz, yea