Luyện nghe bài hát Il-de-france

Caliente
Caliente

Catch you on the
stomp yo head out homie
in the and
I'll watch the flow
into one of the things that says
"Flowing to the ocean"

the shit, dog
I'll throw a rock, I'll take down a
You dont know me
I'll go the L.A. zoo and fucking
mother fuckers out

The the dinosaurs
any fucker that's alive
on the of the freeway
stab a corpse

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

Catch you on the
stomp yo fucken out

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

shit, shit, son.
I gotta tell you
"Catch you on the streets, mother fucker, let be an example
don't be fucking with my crew. You know? Me and my fucking twenty-two. Bust a cap in your mother face. BALA! BLAM! mother fucker be dead like a bitch"

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

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

Catch you on the Stomp yo fucken head out

What? say what? mother aint got time.
(I'll) Gat you at sears, chase you down
and, I dont know, you in the dressing room, naked.
started to the shit out of you
chopped yo off with a mother fucking box cutter
and I laughed, laughter
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.