Luyện nghe bài hát Jerome

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

I'm on this water heavy, a little gold and a pager
Wrestle these words a young 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 tumble
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 stop for nothing, tell 'em niggas the frontin'
Roll in front, so if you ever see teardrop you better we choppin' onions
I'm spitting bricks, we rarely stop for munchkins
That's why I do not with customs, I'm unaccustomed to these costumes
Know 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 it steppin' nigga that's a bet

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

Jerome in the mothafuckin' now
Let a loafer steppin', better watch they mouth now
Leaving loaded lessons, pray for when the doubts 'round
Thousand Island stretchin', I ain't no salad
I'm in water where the sharks be
Coming for the same your thoughts be
Artsy, dirty mouth, I do the flossing
Hardly, on the niggas that's frontin'
I they do not want it, I run over niggas that's punnin'
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 cottage
Pot of gold, more than Hollygrove
Mothafuckin' Hollywood, never a holiday
I'm spotting everywhere, know that I get very rare
Faced the God, what's up Based
I'm pacing hot, tracing
Know your enemy, patrol your
Don't with niggas that pretend to be
kin of me can call me blood
Even a friendly can see the
We do it for the and keep it up
Tell your they can keep the hate
Tell my I appreciate, the value never depreciate

This for my niggas, who be with them killers in the wild
We gettin' '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 if you give us that look
Hit you with the follow up and the hook, right, 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, don't be a
I'm with my good and we 'bout to rob Dinero
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 partners up, body is popping up
popping shit, we pop the trunk, make you niggas popular
Hit him between his oculars, what the fuck is popping,
Super Saiyan like I opened chakras up
Pussy hoes we knocking up, these keep stocking up
As long as I'm rhyming I'm Ben Wallace on wallets, uh
My true go blocka, blocka
Soul with the fire, probably light your block up
your blood clot crying, the pussy boy there dying
It's a cold, cold world, I think these niggas need the iron "blaow"

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

This for my niggas, who be chillin' with 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 if you give us that look
Hit you with the follow up and the right hook, right,