Luyện nghe bài hát Karate Chop

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

Slang a bunch of
Pull up in the new
Living like John
Chopping like karate
Drink a bunch of
to the dope fiends
Blowing money, stay
Michael Jackson, Billy

Got a round a young nigga neck
Got a young bitch 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 of chronic, nigga sell a lot of crack
You can hit a line, order what 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 workin' gotta bus' a K
I'ma a phone call, hustle everyday

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

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

Slang a of narcotics
Pull up in the new
Living like Gotti
Chopping bricks like
Drink a of codeine
to the dope fiends
Blowing money, stay
Jackson, Billy Jean

Pop a lot of pain
to put rims on my skateboard wheels
Beat that up like Emmett Till
Yeah,
Two cell phones ringin' at the same
That's ho, callin' from two different phones
Tell bitch "leave me the fuck alone!"
See, you her wrong, and I fuck her long
I got a love-hate with Molly
I'd rather pop an ollie, and my dick is a
Boy, I'll you like Halle
And hoes say I'm blind,
Cause I don't see nothin' wrong with a little bump and
Man I just received a
other niggas taxin'
And my so fat, I'm startin' to feel 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 karate
a bunch of codeine
Serving to the fiends
Blowing money, stay
Jackson, Billy Jean