Luyện nghe bài hát Intro

Ghosts on the were talking to theyselves
Somebody been them dreams again
Breathe again, the breeze is full of again
The beast buried the streets is 'bout to
the den of thieves and hooligans ready to
Fettuccine the noodles of any cook new to the kitchen
up wishes and powder, flour the pan and the cake
He can bet that the cheddar stay in the
To it fresh until it's on
Every day is preparation for
A holocaust, any cost, you to get on one or on two
Get three and bring it back to the fortress
Wrapping five fingers 'round that much cash will make a motherfucker Cassius
Quick, the cash is pay, checking gas a loaded fo-fo when he rollin'
Po-po on his so he's slow but he's goin', wouldn't you?
If you scared, say you scared, cause comin' through sweepin'
And got a problem sweepin' over you
Trust the shadows is thick, full of mattresses, get a passer to suck a
Skinner glass, killer fashion, and back
So backspinning and get a gat
Fuck a battle rap, will battle where they at
Trunk rattle is leaving the and probably eating the map
Versus verses, the hearses, Versace verses the nerves and the
Slang, it seems a no-brainer the same folks sayin' it ain't
Are the folk that never seen a caddy-driven candy paint
Or the block the rain
Fucker, for the storm
Hope you got a blanket or a body you warm
The spoken word is
Scream motherfucker, are cheap
You ain't even even gotta
Don't sleep, it's Clipping