Luyện nghe bài hát Karate Chop (Remix)

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

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

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

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

Whipping up a cake, just to go and a spider
Young nigga 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 where you at, nigga we go up on ya
Young Bitch looking Janet 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 over from Lil Mexico & Let me
I can get 36 for a shirt

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

Pop a lot of pain
to put rims on my skateboard wheels
Beat that pussy up like Emmett
Yeah,
Two cell phones ringin' at the time
That's your ho, from two different phones
Tell bitch "leave me the fuck alone!"
See, you fuck her wrong, and I her long
I got a love-hate relationship Molly
I'd pop an ollie, and my dick is a trolly
Boy, bury you like Halle
And these say I'm blind,
Cause I don't see nothin' with a little bump and grind
Man I just a package
Them niggas 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 must be
Cut him off karate!

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