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 find his way and then he bringing pain
You know we major

I'm on this water heavy, what's a little gold and a
Wrestle with these words a Mick Foley
All I see is AC
These jaded, 'bout to set it off, I be like Jada
on the block it feel like Jenga how it tumble down
Hands shaking like a Rumble, pack up we now
Buzzing how we now
Leaving niggas puzzled, do the right thing and buggin' out
Know the freedom for nothing, tell 'em niggas stop the frontin'
in front, so if you ever see teardrop you better know we choppin' onions
I'm spitting yellow bricks, we rarely for munchkins
That's why I do not fuck with customs, I'm unaccustomed to these
Know if you cross the free it just might cost you
I'm not a or Kevin Costner
The way I'm dancing with these wolves, I pray I never her
Step, I it steppin' nigga that's a bet

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

Put your hands in the air
And wave them like you just don't
I'm just showin' to my mothafuckin' people
You can tell your mans we going no where
Now keep your hands in the air
And wave them you just don't care
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 lessons, pray for blessings when the doubts 'round
Thousand Island stretchin', I stressin' no salad
I'm in this water where the be
Coming for the same place 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 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 people off a cottage
Pot of gold, flooded more Hollygrove
Mothafuckin' Hollywood, never take a
I'm spotting foes everywhere, that I get very rare
Faced the God, up Based God?
I'm pacing hot, tracing
Know your enemy, your energy
slip with niggas that pretend to be
Only kin of me can me blood
Even a friendly can see the
We do it for the free and it up
Tell your niggas they can the hate
my friends I appreciate, the value never depreciate

This for my niggas, who be chillin' with them killers in the
We high 'til we bug the fuck out
It's been a minute, I've chillin' on the
Prowl 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 your fucking up in the air
Or you gon' to lay low when I motherfucking spray you
This ain't no like Sega, don't be a hero
I'm with my good fellas and we to rob Dinero
Give me the pesos, me the Euros, give me the dollars
Give me the say so if these want the drama
If I call my partners up, bags is popping up
Keep popping shit, we pop the trunk, make you popular
Hit him between his oculars, the fuck is popping, cuz?
Saiyan 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 block up
Stop blood clot crying, the pussy boy there dying
It's a cold, cold world, I think niggas need the iron like "blaow"

How you like me 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 fuckin' your hoes, like blap
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' your

This for my niggas, who be chillin' them killers in the wild
We gettin' high 'til we bug the out
been 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 that
Hit you with the follow up and the right hook, right,