Luyện nghe bài hát Jang a Lang

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

(penelope)
Make way for the new breed bitch of this
Stack chips, keeps the grip why? 'cause I'm offendin 'em
Rocks nothin but cavada shit, I'm the
The ice from head to toe, with that shit
Mo' potent I cut cocaine, through your vein
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 mistress to none, but all to some
Let me break you off a little, show you how it's
Eyes for this goddess, gambino got your funds
And some are coppin flights for me to reno
I see no other way for me to tell you how I
You wanna stick and move now you're fuckin with the deal
Hold still, let this lady let
them chips comin nigga or your neck'll catch a nuece

(chorus)

(murphy lee)
Now y'all know me, I an old school ozzie smith jersey
Old school jordans, head that says "murphy"
Stone washed, baggy as hell, double xl, the sleeve off
On my way to a few g's off
Ease off, doin thirty-five, smokin fire, makin a
I'm thirty now, riskin my life
Both clients on my cell phone, on my two-way
Rollin a blunt, still drivin, at movies
Young dude be the city like cab drivers
Professional but still keep it real like allen
I'm liver than jay, dave and and regis
Been on more mtv shows butthead and beavis
a stash with 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
do what I say so I just tell 'em to do me

(chorus)

(keyjuan)
Ay, you know where my change comes from, I spits
You what them girls look 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, what's the tag gon' get
While I hit him in clutch time, roll up his dutch
"no more herb", no such line, "uh oh" is my line
I'm like a hobo standin in lunch lines
Crossed the gun line, boss, ray and claud
I know niggas that make they money then pay broads
I'm the lou, kinda new, I'm a make my laws
When I pull up on the show lot, it be, like pause
(ay, where yo' at? )
outside you wanna clean it?
(ay, where yo' at? )
It's in the source, you ain't it?
(ay, where yo' at? )
You can't tell dirty, I'm
Split it, fill it up, wrap it and it

(chrorus)