Luyện nghe bài hát Hollis To Hollywood

"All is gold does not glitter, not all those who wander are lost."

Yeah, you
It be buggin' me out, you know I'm sayin'?
That rap, how everybody, like, is metaphors and all that
It seems like some kind of metaphor freak
Some of metaphorical freak or somethin', man
You what I'm sayin'? Word up
So, you know I'm saying
You brother's want to make a movie and all that
You know how I mean, so I figured you what I'm sayin'
I'd just make a little with a chicken ball
it

If you saw the movie, Wall Street, I you know
The way ya stack chips and regulate dough
But no G-funk, and far from my era
Tales from the hood, boyz will feel terror
MC's tracks with feces
You think of pussy until a like Species
Hi-tech, ya, my pen got
Jumpin' out the SSL Virtuosity
And never question what I'm doin' to ya,
She let me dive like her panties is Waterworld
But all metaphors, the thing in rap
You brothers to stop with that

I'm from
to Hollywood, but is he good?
Hollis to Hollywood, but is he
Hollis to Hollywood, but is he
Hollis to Hollywood, but is he

it,
I'm makin' Speed I'm Keanu Reeves
But too many True Lies can make a please
She said, I you want this
Get a
I got Learnin'
And bangin' monotonous
Her ass is
was Jurassic
Servin' a
Poetic the way I it
I ground, real windy, with my lyrics
Make her in tongues, and feel the Holy Spirit
Hear it, pulling strings
Got mad cast a
When I do my thing, my ballz is hairy like the King
I'm in the jungle, layin' down my
You need to chill with that

Take me
You think I won't,
me away
You I can't, fool?
Take me
You I won't, fool?
me away
You I can't, fool?
It's kinda like miniature floatin' in closets
in pockets
Jumpin' out of a helicopter into a football stadium filled with cotton

We
up,
So your man got a good job lovin' ya so
Boss on his back, comin' home like, 'What the
But you be on his side through the thick and all the
when LL come in
Blast a ass Apollo 13
get the cream
Hoppin' dom in every
a scene
He can't understand best friend's plan
Running game while you chill the Demolition Man
love, have fun, tight hugs and flowers
I have your girl runnin' off to fake baby
Better get down ya cryin' at home
I got her standing on the bed closer to the Drop Zone
Some brother's won't appreciate
Ain't it scary you meet a real mack?
Let's run it
See the in my lifestyle, chill don't even lie to me
Balls a weapon, dick a menace to society
You ain't a player-hater, kid, you her off restriction
I make her tell lies and knock the out of fiction
Kid, you know I'm game when you hit it tonight
I hope she screams my right
This is born kid, you know why?

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