Luyện nghe bài hát Jang a Lang

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

(penelope)
Make way for the new breed 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 plaid
Mo' potent than I cut cocaine, your vein
Off the hook, take a look, I'm the chick, I be tamed
One like the highest breed, papi capche?
One drove from italy, is y'all feelin me?
Be a mistress to none, but all good to
Let me break you off a little, show you how done
Eyes for this goddess, gambino got your funds
And some are coppin 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 with the real deal
Hold still, let this let loose
Keep them chips 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, head that says "murphy"
Stone washed, as hell, double xl, with the sleeve off
On my way to a few g's off
Ease off, doin thirty-five, smokin fire, makin a
I'm doin thirty now, riskin my
clients on my cell phone, typin on my two-way
Rollin a blunt, still drivin, lookin at
Young dude be floatin the city like cab
Professional but still keep it real like allen
I'm liver jay, dave and kathy and regis
Been on mtv shows than butthead and beavis
Keep a stash with the gas money, money, me and slo down, huh
We almost had to buy up the
It's like a movie, oohhweee, in a ja'causezi
Girls do what I say so I 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 forty-two large denim, I sag in 'em
Dress eyes and ride hot and jags in 'em
Let him talk his jazz, what's the tag get 'em?
While I hit him in time, roll up his dutch time
"no more herb", no line, "uh oh" is my punch line
I'm hungry like a hobo in lunch lines
Crossed the gun line, boss, like ray and
I know niggas make they 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, yo' range at? )
It's 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)