Luyện nghe bài hát Holla

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

Yea, team select, please collect, G's
Thieves nigga direct the to the smoke fest
Wanna take a
Yes, the newest I'm in
I'm like nigga, fuck it call me Napoleon
the torch, cut the head off the Leviathan
The terminology I'm in 'cause a frenzy up in Ireland
Hit ya, I'm get ya
And drop the bomb at your Barmitzvah
Yo, map shit out, through the speakers
With a beater on, bushes below, a new pair of sneakers
Street hang on the sidewalk, that's where I learned my fly talk
strut and how to sky walk
Moderatin' how we establish the conglomerate
The way we honor it, never conquer it
See how we wreck, has a effect, on even Polish people
and restless down to the old and feeble
Peep them, Czechoslovakian to niggaz
Be all into my so don't be botherin', niggaz
So now you should the whole cathedralish bounce
Put one in your leave you in a fetalish crouch, nigga
My vernacular is
Strategic plans'll have you lookin' wacker than a postal massacre
Is so? Make moves just like a fatso
Bounce in a Astro after my gat blow

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 niggaz if you me
Yea, I see you,
All my bitches, if with me
Yea, I see you,

Yea, my whole entire state deeper
Than astronomy and mathematics like
Smash you niggaz like potato
Back when niggaz used to rock Ballys and
I used to watch, little niggaz shouldn't hustle nickel in the park
spray the brighter flame in the dark
Blood spill stain on the street, that's how niggaz be leavin they
with diplomats who love Bailey's
Monopolize and quickly get other money fuckin' with
So solid how we be symbolic to a of niggaz
That be all schemin' on the same
type niggaz that be conspirin' and kidnappin'
Shit happens, gun clap for you in a gift
You should follow how the style up
a group of religious niggaz schemin' to kill they ArchBishop
You big pussy nigga all hard
me Atheist, because I don't believe in you, God
It's a grand feast celebratin' the bounce of the century
I tote the recipe quick for any type of
Busta Rhymes the renaissance artist and architect
Like how a Filippo 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 shit for the street
Nevertheless, we split your 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 you're me
Yea, I see you,

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