Luyện nghe bài hát Karate Chop

You know, just some real nigga shit, a real nigga story
You know what I'm

Slang a of narcotics
Pull up in the new
Living like John
Chopping bricks like
Drink a of codeine
Serving to the fiends
Blowing money, stay
Michael Jackson, Jean

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

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

Whipping up a cake, just to go and snatch a
Young nigga with keys, like 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
Nigga you at, nigga we go pull up on ya
Young Bitch like Janet in the 80's
We was up from a tube and a baby
Got the girl wet like a Jheri curl
Got a cup and its full of syrup
it over from Lil Mexico & Let me Work
I can get 36 for a clean

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

Pop a lot of pain
'Bout to put rims on my skateboard
Beat that pussy up like Emmett
Yeah,
Two cell phones ringin' at the 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 relationship 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 little and grind
Man I just a package
Them niggas taxin'
And my pockets so fat, I'm startin' to contractions
And my went to jail for them chickens
And he already home and that must be snitchin'
Cut him off karate!

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