Luyện nghe bài hát Holla

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

Yea, team select, please collect, G's
Thieves direct 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 I'm rhymin' in 'cause a frenzy up in Ireland
Hit ya, I'm get ya
And drop the scripture at your Barmitzvah
Yo, map shit out, blast the speakers
With a wife beater on, bushes below, a new pair of
Street niggaz hang on the sidewalk, where I learned my fly talk
strut and how to sky walk
Moderatin' how we establish the conglomerate
The way we it, you'll never conquer it
See how we wreck, has a global effect, on even people
Young and down to the old and feeble
Peep them, to Yugoslavian niggaz
Be all into my so don't be botherin', niggaz
So now you should feel the whole bounce
Put one in your leave you in a fetalish crouch, nigga
My is spectacular
Strategic plans'll have you lookin' wacker than a postal massacre
Is that so? Make moves 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 whole entire state deeper
astronomy and mathematics like Galileo
Smash you niggaz like potato
Back when niggaz used to rock and Clarks
I used to watch, little niggaz hustle nickel crack in the park
Barrels the brighter flame in the dark
Blood spill stain on the street, that's how niggaz be leavin mark
Fuckin' with diplomats who Bailey's
Monopolize and get other money fuckin' with Israelis
So how we be symbolic to a handful of niggaz
That be all on the same wallet
Them type niggaz that be and kidnappin'
Shit happens, gun for you in a gift wrappin'
You should follow how the switch up
a group of religious niggaz schemin' to kill they ArchBishop
You big pussy actin' all hard
me Atheist, because I don't believe in you, God
It's like a grand celebratin' the bounce of the century
I the recipe quick for any type of discrepancy
Busta Rhymes the renaissance artist and architect
how a Filippo Brunelleschi portrait is so hard to get
We got the obscure for the street
Nevertheless, we split your head and your chest, now rock to the
Yo, we got the obscure for the street
Nevertheless, we split head and your chest, now rock to the beat

Aiyyo, get up, get up, get
Roll up, light up, and smoke that
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, Busta Rhymes, cookin' up a little brown chicken
Dr. Dre niggaz, yea