Luyện nghe bài hát Il-de-france

Caliente
Caliente

Catch you on the
stomp yo fucken head out
in the and
I'll the blood flow
into one of the sewer that says
"Flowing to the ocean"

the shit, dog
I'll throw a rock, I'll down a giraffe
You even know me
I'll go the L.A. zoo and take
these mother out

The the dinosaurs
any fucker that's alive
on the side of the
I'll a corpse

I dont know, there's blood all the highway, yeah.

Catch you on the
stomp yo head out

you on the streets.
that's how it goes
with you and me on the
and the
push him on the ground
tryina yourself
break your wrist
while tryna catch your fall
when fallin on the floor
and you also slip and
and hit your on the ground
and be laughing with my homies as
we down
"look at this mother fucker, looks like he broke a bone... oh dang, he did! So, just roll home"

shit, shit, son.
I only gotta you
"Catch you on the streets, fucker, let this be an example
be fucking with my crew. You know? Me and my fucking twenty-two. Bust a cap in your mother fucking face. BALA! BLAM! mother fucker be dead like a bitch"

I'm mad, grimy, nasty. Grimy ass niggas fuck with shit.

I dont like hearin' none of bullshit because I gotta smack a mother fucker 25 times.

Catch you on the streets Stomp yo fucken out

What? say what? mother aint got time.
(I'll) Gat you at sears, you down here
and, I dont know, you in the dressing room, naked.
started to the shit out of you
yo dick off with a mother fucking box cutter
and I laughed, with
ay
shit.
What the
here
left with the all over the love, the fucking dressing room
Inside of sears. Mother fucking steal a tuxedo for yourself.

Caliente.