Luyện nghe bài hát Jerome

Put motherfuckin' 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 better know we

I'm on this water heavy, a little gold and a pager
with these words a young Mick Foley
All I see is AC
These niggas jaded, to set it off, I be like Jada
Still on the block it like Jenga how it tumble down
Hands shaking like a Rumble, up we humble now
Buzzing how we now
Leaving niggas puzzled, do the thing and they buggin' out
Know the freedom stop for nothing, 'em niggas stop the frontin'
Roll in front, so if you ever see you better know we choppin' onions
I'm spitting yellow bricks, we rarely stop for
That's why I do not fuck with customs, I'm to these costumes
Know that if you cross the it just might cost you
I'm not a doctor or Costner
The way I'm with these 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 your motherfuckin' in the air
And wave them you just don't care
I'm just showin' to my mothafuckin' people
You can tell your mans we ain't going no
Now your hands motherfuckin' in the air
And wave them like you just don't
I'm just showin' to my mothafuckin' people
You can tell mans we ain't going no where

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

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

Put fucking hands up in the air
Or you gon' have to lay low when I 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, me the Euros, give me the dollars
me the say so if these niggas want the drama
If I my partners 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?
Super Saiyan I opened forty-seven chakras up
Pussy hoes we up, these flows keep stocking up
As long as I'm rhyming I'm Ben Wallace on wallets, uh
My true go blocka, blocka
Soul shocking with the fire, probably light block up
your blood clot crying, the pussy boy there dying
It's a cold, cold world, I think these niggas need the 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' hoes, like blap
How you like me now? Its the mothafuckin' Brooklyn of them now
Nigga's jocking my style, I been all on the
I been checkin' out the shows, I been fuckin' your

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