Luyện nghe bài hát Jang a Lang

- nelly) 2x
If you big thangs, put your hands high as you can
Get shit man, make no difference from where you came, uh
I ain't ballin out here, no, I playin no games
I got a new name for niggas with change, a lang

(penelope)
way for the new breed bitch of this millennium
Stack chips, keeps the pistol why? 'cause I'm offendin 'em
Rocks but cavada shit, I'm the baddest
The ice from head to toe, that plaid shit
Mo' potent than I cut cocaine, through vein
Off the hook, take a look, I'm the chick, I be tamed
One name the highest breed, papi capche?
One drove home italy, is y'all feelin me?
Be a mistress to none, but all good to
Let me break you off a little, show you how done
Eyes trip for goddess, gambino got your funds
And fish are coppin flights for me to reno
I see no way for me to tell you how I feel
You wanna stick and move now fuckin with the real deal
Hold still, let this let loose
Keep chips comin nigga or your neck'll catch a nuece

(chorus)

(murphy lee)
Now know me, I like an old school ozzie smith jersey
Old school jordans, band that says "murphy"
Stone washed, baggy as hell, xl, with the sleeve off
On my way to a few g's off
Ease off, doin thirty-five, smokin fire, a right
I'm doin thirty now, my life
Both clients on my cell phone, typin on my
Rollin a blunt, still drivin, at movies
Young dude be floatin the city like cab
Professional but still keep it real like allen
I'm than jay, dave and kathy and regis
Been on more mtv shows butthead and beavis
Keep a stash the gas money, fast money, me and slo down, huh
We had to buy up the town
It's like a movie, oohhweee, in a ja'causezi
Girls do what I say so I tell 'em to do me

(chorus)

(keyjuan)
Ay, you know where my comes from, I spits fire
You know what them girls at dirty, my big tires
My attire large denim, I sag in 'em
Dress eyes and ride hot and jags in 'em
Let him talk his jazz, the tag gon' get 'em?
While I hit him in clutch time, roll up his dutch
"no more herb", no line, "uh oh" is my punch line
I'm hungry like a hobo standin in lines
the gun line, boss, like ray and claud
I know niggas that make they money then pay broads
I'm from the lou, kinda new, I'm a make my
When I pull up on the show lot, it be, it's like
(ay, yo' range at? )
outside you wanna clean it?
(ay, where yo' at? )
in the source, you ain't seen it?
(ay, where yo' at? )
You can't dirty, I'm sparklin?
Split it, fill it up, it and spark it

(chrorus)