Luyện nghe bài hát Jerome

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

I'm on this water heavy, what's a gold and a pager
Wrestle with these words a Mick Foley
All I see is AC
These niggas jaded, 'bout to set it off, I be Jada
Still on the block it feel like Jenga how it down
Hands shaking a Rumble, pack up we humble now
Buzzing how we now
Leaving puzzled, do the right thing and they buggin' out
the freedom stop for nothing, tell 'em niggas stop the frontin'
Roll in front, so if you ever see teardrop you better know we choppin'
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 just cost you
I'm not a or Kevin Costner
The way I'm dancing with these wolves, I I never lost her
Step, I keep it nigga that's a bet

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

Put your motherfuckin' in the air
And wave them like you don't care
I'm showin' love to my mothafuckin' people
You can tell your mans we 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', better watch they mouth now
Leaving loaded lessons, pray for blessings the doubts 'round
Thousand stretchin', I ain't stressin' no salad
I'm in this water the sharks be
Coming for the same your thoughts be
Artsy, dirty mouth, I never do the
Hardly, stuntin' on the that's frontin'
I know they do not it, I run over niggas that's punnin'
No I ain't 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
Hollywood, never take a holiday
I'm spotting foes everywhere, know that I get very
Faced the God, what's up God?
I'm pacing hot, opps
Know your enemy, patrol your
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 and keep it up
your niggas they can keep the hate
Tell my I appreciate, the value never depreciate

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

Put your fucking up in the air
Or you gon' have to lay low I motherfucking spray you
ain't no game 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 niggas the drama
If I call my up, body bags is popping up
Keep popping shit, we pop the trunk, make you niggas
Hit him his oculars, what the fuck is popping, cuz?
Super Saiyan like I opened chakras up
Pussy we knocking up, these flows keep stocking up
As long as I'm rhyming I'm Ben on your wallets, uh
My true go blocka, blocka
Soul shocking the fire, probably light your block up
Stop your clot crying, the pussy boy there dying
It's a cold, cold world, I think these need the iron like "blaow"

How you like me now? Its the mothafuckin' king of them now
jocking my style, I been all on the road
I checkin' out the shows, I been 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

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