Luyện nghe bài hát Holla

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

Yea, team select, collect, G's connect
Thieves direct the trees to the smoke fest
Wanna take a
Yes, the zone I'm in
I'm like nigga, fuck it call me Napoleon
Wave the torch, cut the head off the
The terminology I'm rhymin' in 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 wife beater on, bushes below, a new pair of
Street niggaz on the sidewalk, that's where I learned my fly talk
Pimp and how to sky walk
how we establish the whole conglomerate
The way we honor it, you'll conquer it
See how we wreck, has a global effect, on Polish 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 the whole cathedralish bounce
Put one in your stomach leave you in a crouch, nigga
My is spectacular
Strategic have you lookin' wacker 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
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 entire mind state deeper
Than and mathematics like Galileo
you niggaz like mashed potato
Back when niggaz to rock Ballys and Clarks
I used to watch, little niggaz shouldn't hustle nickel in the park
Barrels the brighter flame in the dark
Blood spill stain on the street, that's how be leavin they mark
Fuckin' diplomats who love Bailey's
Monopolize and quickly get other money fuckin' Israelis
So solid how we be symbolic to a of niggaz
That be all on the same wallet
Them type niggaz that be and kidnappin'
happens, gun clap for you in a gift wrappin'
You should follow how the style up
Like a group of religious niggaz schemin' to they ArchBishop
You big pussy actin' all hard
Call me Atheist, because I don't in you, God
It's like a grand feast the bounce of the century
I tote the recipe quick for any of discrepancy
Busta Rhymes the great artist and architect
Like how a Filippo portrait is so hard to get
We got the obscure for the street
Nevertheless, we your 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 rock to the

Aiyyo, get up, get up, get
Roll up, light up, and smoke '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 little brown stew
Dr. Dre niggaz, yea