Luyện nghe bài hát Jang a Lang

- nelly) 2x
If you like big thangs, put your hands as you can
Get your shit man, no difference from where you came, uh
I ain't out here, no, I ain't 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, the pistol grip why? 'cause I'm offendin 'em
nothin but cavada shit, I'm the baddest
The ice from to toe, with that plaid 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 highest breed, 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, show you how it's
Eyes trip for this goddess, 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 lady let loose
them chips comin nigga or your neck'll catch a nuece

(chorus)

(murphy lee)
Now y'all me, I like an old school ozzie smith jersey
Old school jordans, band that says "murphy"
washed, baggy as hell, double xl, with the sleeve off
On my way to a few g's off
Ease off, doin thirty-five, fire, makin a right
I'm thirty now, riskin my life
Both clients on my cell phone, typin on my
Rollin a blunt, drivin, lookin at movies
Young dude be the city like cab drivers
Professional but still keep it real like iverson
I'm liver jay, dave and kathy and regis
Been on more mtv than butthead and beavis
Keep a with the gas money, fast money, me and slo down, huh
We had to buy up the town
It's like a movie, oohhweee, doobies in a
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 know what girls look at dirty, my big tires
My attire forty-two 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, up his dutch time
"no more herb", no such line, "uh oh" is my line
I'm hungry like a standin in lunch lines
Crossed the gun line, boss, like ray and
I know niggas that make they money then pay broads
I'm from the lou, kinda new, I'm a my laws
When I pull up on the show lot, it be, it's like
(ay, where yo' at? )
It's outside you wanna it?
(ay, where yo' at? )
It's in the source, you ain't it?
(ay, where yo' at? )
You can't dirty, I'm sparklin?
Split it, it up, wrap it and spark it

(chrorus)