Luyện nghe bài hát Karate Chop

You kExplainnow, This just some nigga shit, a real nigga story
You what I'm saying?

a bunch of narcotics
Pull up in the new
Living like John
Chopping bricks karate
Drink a bunch of
Serving to the dope
Blowing money, clean
Michael Jackson, Billy

Got a Panamera round a nigga neck
Got a bitch pulling up in a vet
Smoke a lot of kush & I a lot of sex
Had to beat the grind up, ran up my
Bitch nigga get money, get that
Roll a blunt of chronic, sell a lot of crack
You can hit a nigga line, order you want
I can whoop a Maserati, up a donk
50,000 on yo watch, nigga splurge
Pop a ace of spade bottle, sip a lot of
Keep a young nigga workin' gotta a cape
I'mma take a phone call, hustle

Slang a of narcotics
up in the new 'rarri
Living John Gotti
Chopping bricks karate
a bunch of codeine
Serving to the dope
money, stay clean
Michael Jackson, Jean

Whipping up a cake, to go and snatch a spider
Young nigga play with keys, a type writer
Al Capone, John was a nigga idol
I was snitching, I can put it on the Bible
In a 4 beamer, driving with a rifle
where you at, nigga we go pull up on ya
Young Bitch looking like in the 80's
We was grinding up a tube and a baby
Got the girl wet like a jerry curl
Got a styrofoam cup and its of syrup
Send it over Lil Mexico & Let me Work
I can get 36 for a shirt

a bunch of narcotics
Pull up in the new
Living like John
bricks like karate
Drink a bunch of
to the dope fiends
Blowing money, stay
Michael Jackson, Jean

Pop a lot of pills
to put rims on my skateboard wheels
Beat that up like Emmett Till
Yeah....
Two cell ringin' at the same time
That's your ho, from two different phones
Tell that bitch "leave me the alone!"
See, you fuck her wrong, and I her long
I got a love-hate with Molly
I'd pop an ollie, and my dick is a trolly
Boy, I'll you like Halle
And hoes say I'm blind,
Cause I don't see nothin' wrong with a bump and grind
Man I just received a
Them other niggas
And my pockets so fat, I'm startin' to contractions
And my cousin to jail for them chickens
And he home and that nigga must be snitchin'
Cut him off karate!

a bunch of narcotics
Pull up in the new
Living John Gotti
Chopping bricks karate
Drink a bunch of
to the dope fiends
Blowing money, clean
Michael Jackson, Billy