Luyện nghe bài hát Jang a Lang

- nelly) 2x
If you big thangs, put your hands high as you can
Get your shit man, make no 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)
Make way for the new bitch of this millennium
Stack chips, keeps the grip why? 'cause I'm offendin 'em
nothin but cavada shit, I'm the baddest
The ice from head to toe, that plaid shit
Mo' potent than I cut cocaine, through your
Off the hook, take a look, I'm the chick, I can't be
One name like the breed, papi capche?
One drove home from italy, is y'all me?
Be a to none, but all good to some
Let me break you off a little, you how it's done
Eyes trip for this goddess, gambino got funds
And some fish are flights for me to reno
I see no way for me to tell you how I feel
You wanna stick and move now you're fuckin the real deal
Hold still, let this let loose
Keep them chips comin nigga or neck'll catch a nuece

(chorus)

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

(chorus)

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

(chrorus)