Luyện nghe bài hát Karate Chop

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

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

Got a Panamera round a young 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 get money, nigga get that
Roll a blunt of chronic, nigga sell a lot of
You can hit a line, order what you want
I can whoop a Maserati, up a donk
50,000 on yo watch, young splurge
Pop a Ace of bottle, sip a lot of syrup
Keep a young nigga workin' gotta a K
I'ma take a call, hustle everyday

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

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

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

Pop a lot of pain
'Bout to put rims on my wheels
that pussy up like Emmett Till
Yeah,
Two phones ringin' at the same time
That's ho, callin' from two different phones
Tell that "leave me the fuck alone!"
See, you fuck her wrong, and I fuck her
I got a relationship with Molly
I'd pop an ollie, and my dick is a trolly
Boy, bury 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 taxin'
And my so fat, I'm startin' to feel contractions
And my cousin to jail for them chickens
And he already home and that nigga must be
Cut him off karate!

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