Luyện nghe bài hát Holla

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

Yea, team select, 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 me Napoleon
Wave the torch, cut the head off the
The terminology I'm rhymin' in 'cause a up in Ireland
Hit ya, I'm get ya
And drop the bomb scripture at your
Yo, map out, blast through the speakers
With a wife on, bushes below, a new pair of sneakers
Street hang on the sidewalk, that's where I learned my fly talk
Pimp strut and how to sky
Moderatin' how we the whole conglomerate
The way we honor it, never conquer it
See how we wreck, has a effect, on even 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 the whole cathedralish bounce
Put one in your stomach leave you in a crouch, nigga
My is spectacular
Strategic plans'll have you lookin' wacker than a postal massacre
Is that so? Make moves just a fatso
in a Minivan Astro after my gat blow

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 state deeper
Than astronomy and like Galileo
Smash you like mashed potato
Back niggaz used to rock Ballys and Clarks
I used to watch, little shouldn't hustle nickel crack in the park
Barrels spray the flame in the dark
Blood stain on the street, that's how niggaz be leavin they mark
Fuckin' with diplomats who Bailey's
Monopolize and quickly get other money fuckin' with
So how we be symbolic to a handful of niggaz
That be all schemin' on the wallet
Them type niggaz that be and kidnappin'
Shit happens, gun clap for you in a wrappin'
You should follow how the style up
Like a group of religious niggaz schemin' to kill ArchBishop
You big pussy nigga all hard
me Atheist, because I don't believe in you, God
It's like a grand feast the bounce of the century
I tote the quick for any type of discrepancy
Rhymes the great renaissance artist and architect
Like how a Filippo Brunelleschi portrait is so to get
We got the obscure for the street
Nevertheless, we split your head and 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
up, light up, and smoke that 'dro
Bitch 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 with me
Yea, I see you,

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