Luyện nghe bài hát Juice

Give me, give me, me the juice
Give me, me, give me, give me the juice

Another day in the life, no for play I'm tryin' to cake,
High stakes survival, increasing my fire
dilated, aim my sight fly straight
If I ever want my record to see the of day
I'mma find a way, weight of the need a lift
If we carry bags I know we gon' a tip,
You're free to give my man but I need a disk,
With the grip of tracks, it's really for me to skip,
We the creed of a better breed and you never and
you never see it son that's, if'n you ever see us,
My nemesis, why you being a
Ill be seein' sippin on somethin' with seoritas,
Pro peace, let 'em read
With a Palestinian, or Lebanese,
Behold the I'm paler to ever be
I'm tryin to catch some while I'm sailing the seven
I my friends, scuttle my enemies and we
in the struggle for energy,
I steadily in the spot ready or not
Pushin' my pronouns for plenty a pop,
I'm getting guap my man I got
To cop away and lay in in the hot sand,
I the Ledge', playin' my Roxanne,
Another dollar day in the rock band,
juice!

Give me, give me, give me the
Give me, give me, me the juice

Crawling out of the casket, I woke madness,
I've in the media feeding off the sadness,
If any an enemy coming as if,
He for Armageddon now wet him in acid
I've in the back bitch, playing the sidekick
Surprised they the size of my dick,
They blog and the lines of my shit,
Straddle up on a iron and you ride dick,
get him a stretcher, an oxygen mask,
Socks and gym bags, box of Fast,
I lose weight, got a lot to get past,
For all hate, I'm about to get cash,
I ain't got a chain yet, hearing the same vet,
Could say I'm lucky I made it out of a train wreck,
me to speed it up motherfucker it ain't Tech
It's Godemis idiots up on on the name check!
I in the canvas, I'm in the paint, they ain't -- ready
I spray seven or eight I'm to aim steady
It's me and Jason using the same 'chete,
So 'Raw' I'm 'Delirious' nigger it Eddie!
It don't matter I don't at all to y'all,
The new is out of an old catalog,
The instinct is of an old rabid dog,
Who might have been on that day but he got it all
juice!

Give me, give me, give me the
Give me, give me, me the juice

Wakin' him up, shakin' the
Outta Pagans that are mating
With and sick lust,
bloody steak and bacon with Satan
They can abrup-tly be taken by
And I'm placin' this in his guts,
Amazing to us raisin' a cup here's to,
Layin' the blade today who bathin' in Bedlam,
Might behead ya psyches dead for he bled
But Ike said to these Negras!
Bright ran away for the I'm a sinner
Hate my light when I stray see the fright,
I generate ... I innovate in the fight I'mma a mic!
Men when I write they disintegrate!
It's over, soul of a
Chose to be and overload ya with vulgar
S'posed to be old but the flows gettin'
And hoes lose they never holdin' they composure
juice! ... Bitch!

Give me, give me, me the juice
Give me, give me, give me the