Luyện nghe bài hát Karate Chop

You know, this some real nigga shit, a real nigga story
You what I'm saying?

Slang a of narcotics
up in the new 'rarri
Living John Gotti
Chopping like karate
Drink a of codeine
to the dope fiends
Blowing money, stay
Michael Jackson, Jean

Got a Panamera round a young nigga
Got a young pulling up in a vet
a lot of kush and I have a lot of sex
Had to the grind up, ran up my check
nigga get money, nigga get that
Roll a of chronic, nigga sell a lot of crack
You can hit a nigga line, what you want
I can whoop a Maserati, up a donk
50,000 on yo watch, young nigga
Pop a Ace of Spade bottle, sip a lot of
Keep a nigga workin' gotta bus' a K
I'ma take a phone call, everyday

Slang a bunch of
up in the new 'rarri
Living like John
Chopping bricks like
Drink a of codeine
to the dope fiends
Blowing money, stay
Jackson, Billy Jean

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

Slang a of narcotics
up in the new 'rarri
Living like John
bricks like karate
Drink a bunch of
Serving to the fiends
Blowing money, clean
Michael Jackson, Billy

Pop a lot of pills
'Bout to put on my skateboard wheels
Beat pussy up like Emmett Till
Yeah,
Two phones 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 fuck her
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,
I don't see nothin' wrong with a little bump and grind
Man I received a package
Them other taxin'
And my pockets so fat, I'm to feel contractions
And my went to jail for them chickens
And he already home and that nigga be snitchin'
Cut him off karate!

a bunch of narcotics
Pull up in the new
Living John Gotti
bricks like karate
Drink a of codeine
Serving to the fiends
Blowing money, stay
Jackson, Billy Jean