Luyện nghe bài hát Hum Drum

The paint is
Now
An' when the chips are

You gotta all feelin'
Now
An' when the chips are

Yea, I gets it poppin' everybody know what Remy
Got niggas shocked like Justin just Janet's titty out
Yea, I spit it out quick to put a out
The bullets in doctors can't get 'em out
You gets no love, to me y'all bugs
My records don't then I'ma sell drugs
From O's to P's, grams to whole keys
No joke, I got coke make ya nose bleed

so pote and my fiends done OD'd
For three and fifty a pop I'll sell you a dro seed
You really know me and thats the fun part
See my flows retarded but Miss Martin is dumb
An' you are literate, you even read the tele prompta
I got niggas flyin' me weed in by
You look sad I pass in this toy Benz
You gon' be real mad when I bag ya

The paint is
Now
An' when the chips are

You gotta all feelin'
Now
An' the chips are down

The paint is
Now
An' the chips are down

You gotta lose all
Now
Your goes round and round

You can feel my like a drug, you can light it with fire
And you can mix it with your blood if tryin' a get higher
Another angel in a thug's body scarred and
Going to got a illuminati judgin' me biased
Shit, I for everybody, walkin' united
The way I walk, it's a challenge to balance on wires
My old put me on said he robbed the supplier
So I him out with pity 'coz his ass was on fire

What goes around comes holmes I ain't lyin'
That's why the on my face 'coz bad karma and violence
Just a nigga wake I spend the night in silence
To give my nerves a little break before back to the malice
I'd like to dedicate rhyme to old emotional scars
Some nights I meditate hopin' bring me to God
Tryin' to my time between the Earth and the stars
Get my health back to determine I curlin' them bars

The paint is
Now
An' the chips are down

You gotta lose all
Now
An' when the chips are

The paint is
Now
An' the chips are down

You gotta lose all
Now
Your head round and round

Yo this the upcoming definition of prospect
Put ya money on me, you get and profits
On any condition I it on a mission no listen to gossip
Whether splittin' imposta's sorta a mobsta and my niggas, I got ya
We all be eatin' soon like Italians with pasta
weed, eatin' curry chicken like the Robsters
After that go to city, and get the lobsters

Now can I get a witness show y'all my visions
had a job but still takin' all my business
No G.E.D the promo what's my lyrics
I rhyme heavenly and let soldiers off the
And rap so I keep my dough stacks don't me go
And clap, clap at yo do' Matt nigga hold that
There's no feelings I'm feelin' when I'm feelin' I'm killin' the Motherfucker right on his trip they killin' the villan what

The paint is
Now
An' the chips are down

You lose all feelin'
Now
An' when the chips are

The paint is
Now
An' the chips are down

You lose all feelin'
Now
Your head goes and round

The is peelin
Now
An' when the chips are

You lose all feelin'
Now
An' the chips are down

The is peelin
Now
An' when the are down

You lose all feelin'
Now
head goes round and round