Luyện nghe bài hát Jang a Lang

- nelly) 2x
If you like big thangs, put your high as you can
Get your shit man, no difference from where you came, uh
I ain't ballin out here, no, I ain't playin no
I got a new for niggas with 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
Rocks nothin but shit, I'm the baddest
The ice from head to toe, with that plaid
Mo' potent I cut cocaine, through your vein
Off the hook, a look, I'm the chick, I can't be tamed
One name the highest breed, papi capche?
One home from italy, is y'all feelin 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 coppin flights for me to
I see no other way for me to you how I feel
You wanna stick and move now you're fuckin the real deal
Hold still, let this lady let
Keep them chips comin nigga or neck'll catch a nuece

(chorus)

(murphy lee)
Now y'all know me, I like an old ozzie smith jersey
Old school jordans, head band says "murphy"
Stone washed, baggy as hell, double xl, with the off
On my way to a few g's off
Ease off, doin thirty-five, fire, makin a right
I'm doin now, riskin my life
Both clients on my cell phone, on my two-way
Rollin a blunt, still drivin, lookin at
Young dude be floatin the city cab drivers
Professional but still keep it real like iverson
I'm liver than jay, 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
like a movie, oohhweee, doobies in a ja'causezi
Girls do what I say so I tell 'em to do me

(chorus)

(keyjuan)
Ay, you where my change comes from, I spits fire
You what them girls look at dirty, my big tires
My forty-two large denim, I sag in 'em
Dress eyes and hot rides 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 punch
I'm hungry a hobo standin in lunch lines
Crossed the gun line, boss, like ray and
I know niggas that make they money then pay broads
I'm the lou, kinda new, I'm a make my laws
When I up on the show lot, it be, it's like pause
(ay, where yo' at? )
It's outside you clean it?
(ay, where yo' at? )
in the source, you ain't seen it?
(ay, yo' change at? )
You can't tell dirty, I'm
it, fill it up, wrap it and spark it

(chrorus)