Luyện nghe bài hát Jerome

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

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

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

Put motherfuckin' hands in the air
And wave them like you just care
I'm showin' love to my mothafuckin' people
You can tell mans we ain't going no where
Now keep hands motherfuckin' in the air
And wave them you just don't 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 loafer steppin', niggas watch they mouth now
Leaving lessons, pray for blessings when the doubts 'round
Thousand Island stretchin', I ain't stressin' no
I'm in this water where the be
Coming for the same your thoughts be
Artsy, mouth, I never do the flossing
Hardly, stuntin' on the niggas frontin'
I know they do not want it, I run over niggas punnin'
No I tryna kick it, I'm cookin' no bun in the oven
I need it on the stove, push it to the people off a cottage
Pot of gold, flooded more than
Mothafuckin' Hollywood, never a holiday
I'm spotting everywhere, know that I get very rare
the God, what's up Based God?
I'm pacing hot, opps
Know your enemy, patrol energy
Don't slip with that pretend to be
kin of me can call me blood
Even a friendly can see the
We do it for the and keep it up
Tell your they can keep the hate
my friends I appreciate, the value never depreciate

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

Put your hands up in the air
Or you have to lay low when I motherfucking spray you
This ain't no like Sega, don't be a hero
I'm with my good fellas and we to rob Dinero
Give me the pesos, give me the Euros, give me the
Give me the say so if these want the drama
If I call my up, body bags is popping up
popping shit, we pop the trunk, make you niggas popular
Hit him his oculars, what the fuck is popping, cuz?
Saiyan like I opened forty-seven chakras up
Pussy hoes we knocking up, these flows stocking up
As long as I'm rhyming I'm Ben Wallace on wallets, uh
My true go blocka, blocka
Soul with the fire, probably light your block up
Stop your clot crying, the pussy boy there dying
It's a 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 checkin' out the shows, I been fuckin' your hoes, like blap
How you like me now? Its the mothafuckin' Brooklyn king of now
jocking my style, I been all on the road
I been out the shows, I been fuckin' your hoes

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