Luyện nghe bài hát Hollis To Hollywood

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

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

If you saw the movie, Wall Street, I guess you
The way ya stack chips and regulate dough
But ain't no G-funk, and far my era
Tales from the hood, your will feel terror
contaminatin' tracks with feces
You think of pussy a flick like Species
Hi-tech, ya, my pen got
Jumpin' out the SSL like
And never question what I'm to ya, girl
She let me dive deep like her is Waterworld
But all metaphors, the only in rap
You brothers to stop with that

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

it,
I'm makin' Speed like I'm Reeves
But too many True Lies can make a honey
She said, I you want this
Get a
I got Learnin'
And bangin' monotonous
Her ass is
was Jurassic
Servin' a
the way I last it
I touch ground, windy, with my lyrics
Make her in tongues, and feel the Holy Spirit
it, pulling light strings
Got mad a swing
I do my thing, my ballz is hairy like the Lion King
I'm in the jungle, layin' my mack
You brothers to chill with that

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

We
up,
So your man got a good job ya so much
Boss on his back, comin' like, 'What the fuck?'
But you be on his through the thick and all the thin
That's when LL in
Blast a ass like 13
Sugar get the
Hoppin' dom in every
What a
He can't understand your friend's plan
Running game you chill with the Demolition Man
Good love, fun, tight hugs and flowers
I have your girl runnin' off to baby showers
get down before ya cryin' at home
I got her standing on the bed gettin' to the Drop Zone
Some brother's won't that
Ain't it when you meet a real mack?
Let's run it
See the flavors in my lifestyle, chill don't lie to me
a lethal weapon, dick a menace to society
You a player-hater, kid, you took her off restriction
I make her tell lies and the pulp out of fiction
Kid, you know I'm game tight when you hit it
I hope she screams my name
This is born kid, you know why?

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