Luyện nghe bài hát Karate Chop

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

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

Got a round a young nigga neck
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, order you want
I can whoop a Maserati, pulling up a
50,000 on yo watch, nigga splurge
Pop a Ace of Spade bottle, sip a lot of
Keep a young nigga workin' gotta a K
I'ma take a phone call, everyday

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

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

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

Pop a lot of pills
'Bout to put rims on my skateboard
Beat that pussy up Emmett Till
Yeah,
Two phones ringin' at the same time
That's your ho, callin' from two phones
Tell bitch "leave me the fuck alone!"
See, you her wrong, and I fuck her long
I got a love-hate relationship with
I'd rather pop an ollie, and my is a trolly
Boy, I'll bury you Halle
And hoes say I'm blind,
Cause I don't see nothin' with a little bump and grind
Man I received a package
Them niggas taxin'
And my pockets so fat, I'm to feel contractions
And my cousin went to jail for chickens
And he already home and that must be snitchin'
Cut him off karate!

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