Luyện nghe bài hát Jerome

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

I'm on this water heavy, what's a little 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 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 teardrop you know 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 costumes
Know if you cross the free it just might cost 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' nigga a bet

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

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

Jerome in the mothafuckin' now
Let a loafer steppin', niggas watch they mouth now
Leaving loaded lessons, pray for when the doubts 'round
Thousand Island stretchin', I stressin' no salad
I'm in this water where the be
for the same place your thoughts be
Artsy, dirty mouth, I never do the
Hardly, stuntin' on the that's frontin'
I know they do not want it, I run over niggas that's
No I ain't tryna it, I'm cookin' no bun in the oven
I need it on the stove, push it to the people off a grove
Pot of gold, flooded more than
Mothafuckin' Hollywood, take a holiday
I'm spotting foes everywhere, that I get very rare
the God, what's up Based God?
I'm hot, tracing opps
Know your enemy, 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 free and it up
Tell your they can keep the hate
Tell my friends I appreciate, the value never

This for my niggas, who be chillin' with killers in the wild
We high 'til we bug the fuck out
been a minute, I've been chillin' on the
Prowl right,
And to my crooks from all the way to Flatbush
We get wild if you us that look
Hit you the follow up and the right hook, right, 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 good 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 call my up, body bags is popping up
Keep popping shit, we pop the trunk, make you niggas
Hit him between his oculars, what the fuck is popping,
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 on your 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 these niggas need the iron like "blaow"

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

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