Luyện nghe bài hát Jerome

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

I'm on this water heavy, what's a gold and a pager
Wrestle with these words a young 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 tumble
Hands shaking like a Rumble, pack up we now
how we bumble now
Leaving niggas puzzled, do the right thing and they out
Know the freedom for nothing, tell 'em niggas stop the frontin'
Roll in front, so if you ever see teardrop you better we choppin' onions
I'm spitting yellow bricks, we stop for munchkins
That's why I do not fuck with customs, I'm unaccustomed to these
Know that if you cross the free it might cost you
I'm not a doctor or Costner
The way I'm dancing with these wolves, I pray I never her
Step, I keep it steppin' that's a bet

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

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

Jerome in the mothafuckin' now
Let a loafer steppin', niggas better they mouth now
Leaving loaded lessons, pray for blessings when the 'round
Thousand Island stretchin', I ain't no salad
I'm in this water the sharks be
Coming for the same place thoughts be
Artsy, mouth, I never do the flossing
Hardly, stuntin' on the that's frontin'
I know they do not want it, I run over niggas that's
No I tryna kick it, I'm cookin' no bun in the oven
I it on the stove, push it to the people off a cottage grove
Pot of gold, flooded more than
Mothafuckin' Hollywood, never take a
I'm spotting foes everywhere, know that I get rare
Faced the God, what's up Based
I'm hot, tracing opps
Know your enemy, patrol your
Don't slip with niggas that to be
kin of me can call me blood
Even a can see the love
We do it for the free and it up
your niggas they can keep the hate
Tell my friends I appreciate, the value depreciate

This for my niggas, who be chillin' them killers in the wild
We gettin' high we bug the fuck out
It's been a minute, been 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 follow up and the right hook, right,

Put fucking hands up in the air
Or you have to lay low when I motherfucking spray you
This ain't no game like Sega, be a hero
I'm with my fellas and we 'bout to rob Dinero
Give me the pesos, give me the Euros, me the dollars
Give me the say so if these niggas the drama
If I call my partners up, bags is popping up
Keep popping shit, we pop the trunk, you niggas popular
Hit him between his oculars, what the fuck is popping,
Super like I opened forty-seven chakras up
Pussy hoes we knocking up, these flows 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, probably light your up
Stop your blood clot crying, the 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' king of them now
Nigga's jocking my style, I all on the road
I been checkin' out the shows, I been fuckin' hoes, like blap
How you like me Its the mothafuckin' Brooklyn king of them now
Nigga's my style, I been all on the road
I been out the shows, I been fuckin' your hoes

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