Luyện nghe bài hát Jerome

Put your hands in the air
Or you gon' a halo, I'm a mothafuckin' slayer
This no game, I'm not no player
tryna find his way and then he bringing pain
You know we major

I'm on this water heavy, a little gold and a pager
Wrestle with these words a young Foley
All I see is AC
These jaded, 'bout to set it off, I be like Jada
Still on the it feel like Jenga how it tumble down
Hands shaking like a Rumble, up we humble now
Buzzing how we now
Leaving niggas puzzled, do the right and they buggin' out
Know the freedom stop for nothing, tell 'em stop the frontin'
Roll in front, so if you ever see you better know we choppin' onions
I'm yellow bricks, we rarely stop for munchkins
That's why I do not fuck with customs, I'm to these costumes
Know that if you cross the free it just might you
I'm not a doctor or Kevin
The way I'm dancing with these wolves, I pray I never her
Step, I keep it steppin' that's a bet

Relax and notes, while I take tokes of the marijuana smoke
and take notes, relax and take notes, notes, notes, notes

Put your hands in the air
And wave them like you just don't
I'm just showin' love to my mothafuckin'
You can tell mans we ain't going no where
Now your hands motherfuckin' in the air
And wave them like you just care
I'm just showin' love to my mothafuckin'
You can your mans we ain't going no where

Jerome in the mothafuckin' now
Let a steppin', niggas better watch they mouth now
Leaving lessons, pray for blessings when the doubts 'round
Thousand Island stretchin', I ain't no salad
I'm in water where the sharks be
Coming for the same place your be
Artsy, dirty mouth, I do the flossing
Hardly, stuntin' on the niggas frontin'
I know they do not it, I run over niggas that's punnin'
No I tryna kick it, I'm cookin' no bun in the oven
I need it on the stove, push it to the off a cottage grove
Pot of gold, flooded more Hollygrove
Mothafuckin' Hollywood, take a holiday
I'm spotting foes everywhere, know that I get very
Faced the God, what's up Based
I'm pacing hot, opps
your enemy, patrol your energy
Don't slip with that pretend to be
Only kin of me can me blood
a friendly can see the love
We do it for the free and it up
Tell your niggas they can the hate
Tell my friends I appreciate, the never depreciate

This for my niggas, who be with them killers in the wild
We gettin' 'til we bug the fuck out
It's a minute, I've been chillin' on the
right, right
And to my crooks from Chi-town all the way to
We get if you give us that look
Hit you with the up and the right hook, right, right

Put your hands up in the air
Or you gon' to lay low when I motherfucking spray you
This ain't no game like Sega, be a hero
I'm with my good fellas and we to rob Dinero
me the pesos, give me the Euros, give me the dollars
Give me the say so if niggas want the drama
If I call my partners up, body bags is up
Keep popping shit, we pop the trunk, make you niggas
Hit him between his oculars, what the is popping, cuz?
Super Saiyan I opened forty-seven chakras up
Pussy hoes we knocking up, these keep stocking up
As as I'm rhyming I'm Ben Wallace on your wallets, uh
My true go blocka, blocka
Soul shocking with the fire, light your block up
Stop blood clot crying, the pussy boy there dying
a cold, cold world, I think these niggas need the iron like "blaow"

How you like me now? Its the mothafuckin' Brooklyn king of now
Nigga's my style, I been all on the road
I been checkin' out the shows, I been fuckin' your hoes, like
How you like me now? Its the mothafuckin' Brooklyn king of now
jocking my style, I been all on the road
I been checkin' out the shows, I been your hoes

This for my niggas, who be chillin' with them killers in the
We high 'til we bug the fuck out
been a minute, I've been chillin' on the
Prowl right,
And to my crooks Chi-town all the way to Flatbush
We get wild if you give us look
Hit you with the follow up and the hook, right, right