Luyện nghe bài hát Jerome

Put motherfuckin' hands in the air
Or you gon' a halo, I'm a mothafuckin' 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 it feel like Jenga how it tumble down
Hands shaking a Rumble, pack up we humble now
how we bumble now
Leaving niggas puzzled, do the right thing and buggin' out
Know the freedom stop for nothing, tell 'em stop the frontin'
Roll in front, so if you ever see teardrop you better we choppin' onions
I'm yellow bricks, we rarely stop for munchkins
That's why I do not fuck customs, I'm unaccustomed to these costumes
that if you cross the free it just might cost you
I'm not a doctor or Costner
The way I'm dancing with these wolves, I I never lost her
Step, I keep it steppin' that's a bet

Relax and take notes, while I take tokes of the smoke
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 love to my mothafuckin' people
You can tell your we ain't going no where
Now keep hands motherfuckin' in the air
And wave like you just don't care
I'm just showin' love to my mothafuckin'
You can tell mans we ain't going no where

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

This for my niggas, who be with them killers in the wild
We gettin' high we bug the fuck out
It's been a minute, I've been on the
right, right
And to my crooks from Chi-town all the way to
We get wild if you give us that
Hit you with the 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 Sega, don't be a hero
I'm with my good fellas and we 'bout to rob
me the pesos, give me the Euros, give me the dollars
Give me the say so if niggas want the drama
If I call my up, body bags is popping up
Keep shit, we pop the trunk, make you niggas popular
Hit him his oculars, what the fuck is popping, cuz?
Super Saiyan like I opened forty-seven up
Pussy hoes we knocking up, these flows keep up
As long as I'm rhyming I'm Ben Wallace on wallets, uh
My true shottas go blocka,
Soul shocking the fire, probably light your block up
Stop your blood clot crying, the boy there dying
It's a cold, cold world, I think these niggas the iron like "blaow"

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

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 give us that
Hit you with the follow up and the hook, right, right