Luyện nghe bài hát Holla

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

Yea, select, please collect, G's connect
Thieves nigga the trees to the smoke fest
take a toke?
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 the bomb scripture at your Barmitzvah
Yo, map shit out, through the speakers
With a wife beater on, bushes below, a new pair of
Street niggaz hang on the sidewalk, that's where I learned my fly
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, to Yugoslavian niggaz
Be all my bounce 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 wacker than a postal office massacre
Is that so? moves just like 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 that
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 mind state
Than astronomy and like Galileo
Smash you like mashed potato
Back when niggaz used to rock Ballys and
I used to watch, niggaz shouldn't hustle nickel crack in the park
Barrels spray the brighter in the dark
Blood spill stain on the street, that's how niggaz be they mark
with diplomats who love 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 gift
You follow how the style switch up
Like a group of religious niggaz schemin' to kill ArchBishop
You big pussy nigga actin' all
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 for any type of discrepancy
Rhymes the great renaissance artist and architect
Like how a Filippo portrait is so hard to get
We got the obscure for the street
Nevertheless, we split head and your 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
Roll up, light up, and smoke 'dro
Bitch shake yo' hips and bounce real
Niggaz rep yo' hood, I'm with
All my if you with me
Yea, I see you,
All my bitches, if with me
Yea, I see you,

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