Luyện nghe bài hát Jang a Lang

- nelly) 2x
If you big thangs, put your hands high as you can
Get your shit man, 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 change, jang a lang

(penelope)
way for the new breed 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, with that shit
Mo' potent than I cut cocaine, through your
Off the hook, take a look, I'm the chick, I be tamed
One like the highest breed, papi capche?
One drove home from italy, is y'all me?
Be a mistress to none, but all good to
Let me you off a little, show you how it's done
trip for this goddess, gambino got your funds
And fish are coppin flights for me to reno
I see no other way for me to tell you how I
You wanna stick and now you're fuckin with the real 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 like an old school ozzie jersey
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
Ease off, thirty-five, smokin fire, makin a right
I'm doin thirty now, my life
clients on my cell phone, typin on my two-way
Rollin a blunt, still drivin, lookin at
Young dude be floatin the like cab drivers
Professional but still it real like allen iverson
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 almost had to buy up the
It's like a movie, oohhweee, doobies in a
Girls do I say so I just tell 'em to do me

(chorus)

(keyjuan)
Ay, you know my change comes from, I spits fire
You know what them look at dirty, my big tires
My attire large denim, I sag in 'em
Dress and ride hot rides and jags in 'em
Let him talk his jazz, the tag gon' get 'em?
While I hit him in time, roll up his dutch time
"no herb", no such line, "uh oh" is my punch line
I'm hungry a hobo standin in lunch lines
the gun line, boss, like ray and claud
I know niggas that make they then pay they broads
I'm from the lou, new, I'm a make my laws
When I up on the show lot, it be, it's like pause
(ay, yo' range at? )
It's outside you 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, wrap it and it

(chrorus)