Luyện nghe bài hát Intro

Ghosts on the were talking to theyselves
Somebody selling them dreams again
Breathe again, the is full of trees again
The beast under the streets is 'bout to
Leave the den of and hooligans ready to
Fettuccine the noodles of any looking new to the kitchen
Cooking up and powder, flour the pan and the cake
He can bet the cheddar stay in the refrigerator
To it fresh until it's on
Every day is for armageddon
A holocaust, any cost, you to get on one or on two
Get three stacks and bring it to the fortress
Wrapping five fingers 'round much cash will make a motherfucker Cassius Clay
Quick, the cash is pay, checking gas with a loaded fo-fo 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 nobody got a problem sweepin' you
Trust the shadows is thick, full of mattresses, get a passer to a dick
Skinner glass, killer fashion, and spinning
So quit and get a gat
Fuck a battle rap, rappers will battle where at
Trunk rattle is the streets and probably eating the map
Versus verses, the hearses, verses the nerves and the pain
Slang, it seems it's a no-brainer the same folks sayin' it
Are the same folk that never a caddy-driven candy paint
Or the block the rain
Fucker, prepare for the
Hope you got a blanket or a body keepin' you
The spoken is weak
motherfucker, dreams are cheap
You ain't even gotta sleep
Don't sleep, Clipping bitch