Luyện nghe bài hát Juice

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

day in the life, no time for play I'm tryin' to cake,
High stakes survival, increasing my fire
Eyes dilated, aim my sight fly
If I ever my record to see the light of day
I'mma a way, weight of the world 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 of tracks, it's really nothing for me to skip,
We the creed of a better and you never read and
Since you never see it son that's, you ever see us,
My nemesis, why you a Ebenezer?
Ill be seein' sights sippin on somethin' seoritas,
Pro peace, let 'em read
With a Palestinian, or Lebanese,
Behold the horse I'm to ever be
I'm tryin to catch while I'm sailing the seven seas
I float my friends, scuttle my and we
in the struggle for energy,
I steadily in the spot ready or not
Pushin' my pronouns for plenty a pop,
I'm guap my man I got plans
To cop away and lay in in the hot sand,
I 'Know the Ledge', my Roxanne,
Another dollar day in the rock band,
juice!

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

Crawling out of the casket, I from madness,
I've in the media feeding off the sadness,
If any an coming rattling as if,
He for Armageddon now wet him in acid
I've been in the bitch, playing the sidekick
Surprised they realize the of my dick,
They and criticize the lines of my shit,
Straddle up on a iron and you ride dick,
Better get him a stretcher, an mask,
Socks and gym bags, box of Fast,
I dead weight, got a lot to get past,
For all hate, I'm about to get cash,
I ain't got a chain yet, you're hearing the vet,
Could say that I'm lucky I made it out of a wreck,
Want me to speed it up motherfucker it ain't
It's idiots study 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 alive to aim
It's me and Jason using the same 'chete,
So 'Raw' I'm 'Delirious' it ain't Eddie!
It matter I don't chatter 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 good on day but he got it all
juice!

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

him up, shakin' the fuck
Outta Pagans that are mating
With hate and lust,
Eatin' bloody steak and bacon with
They can abrup-tly be by Yates
And I'm placin' this in his guts,
Amazing to us sleknov a cup here's to,
Layin' the today who bathin' in blood Bedlam,
behead ya psyches dead for life he bled
But Ike said to knife Negras!
ran away for the night I'm a sinner
Hate my inner when I stray see the fright,
I ... I innovate in the fight I'mma incinerate a mic!
Men obey when I write disintegrate!
over, soul of a soldier
Chose to be cold and overload ya with
S'posed to be old but the flows gettin'
And lose they clothes never holdin' they composure
juice! ... Bitch!

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