Luyện nghe bài hát Kunta Fly Shit

Yo Lord, did you peep
That nigga pussy, that's why I'm gon' eat
Live and direct, Tec's, med hat
Hugh rows, bang on that out of town nigga 'cuz he UFO

Patiently press him
Ask him, "Who you know? Where you
up Duke?", Watch how you pop ya gum
Empty ya pockets 'fore the come

When I bus take off past the light ass better run
An' don't back, no, hide if you have to
Dollar vans, just run into if he have to
Even got a .38, don't give me no
When that little brown book in your pocket read

Jesus Christ, brothers here stick together like cheap rice
So run little doggy, wolves is
him London, he get done in
Flame boy to his brains, hangin' out his