Luyện nghe bài hát Lyrical .44

[Redman] come!!!!!
[Marley] Play this song on your fuckin radio, play this song on fuckin radio
[Verse 1: Man]
Oh no, another lyrica forty fo'
If it deep, jump in feet first then hold yo' nose
I'm a when you step on my toe you hear my whistle
Checkin 'em hoe, you see my pistol it go
I couldn't wait to do a right, hardly 'gon do ya wrong
Time to party, Meth, Stephen Marley and Jr.
So selecta, with it, awww shit it
Now y'all did it, supper ready y'all come get it
Now who stop me block me pop lock me knock me
Jamaica most high Haile Selassie
Allah willin, another sound boy
I'm hot bitch I don't cold or catch feelings
The truth be the ghetto
And Def Jam y'all the Meth Man take care of his fam
That's what y'all do
Examine our we plannin to win
Worldwide tell the people we be jammin
[Verse 2:
Make way for Hammond
Got more hoes than grand
I, dig 'em out tie 'em up for randsome
I, shoot at your feet make you start
I'm pissin on picnics where ya campin
Doctor got the ziplock Ziggy
the zig zag roll I'll rip your zip code
Got fucked up off the hypno
I tip toe, then wait till bend over
(There I go) Aiyyo
I got a mo ped in Jamaica sittin on
(Blaow!) out, guns in the air
(Blaow!) guns in the air
No Belvedere it's Tiger to get it crackin
Aiyyo dread right or
I'm a sinner, of the underground swimmers
Eat dinner, in of Bob Marley pin up
[Chorus:
I don't care your bling bling bling
Over here we let them things
BLAOW!!! Give it to me BLAOW!!! it to me
BLAOW!!! it up BLAOW!!! give it up
I don't care about your bling bling
Over here we let things ring
BLAOW!!! it to me BLAOW!!! One time
BLAOW!!! give it to me BLAOW!!! it up
[Verse 3: "Jr. Gong" Marley]
I neva wonda why so much ganja ya
And dem a wonda how so conquer feature
Blunt dem so big a a Bunny Bob and Peter
Teach it like a teacher preach it a preacher
Put you in a
Pussy couldn't style mi up plus no under
Gimme di gimme di blunt and a sensimillia
Gimme di chunks gimme di cup and a couple
Jr. Gong di veteran a trouble when mi ya
DJ fi fi fan dem inna and di bleacha
Jumpin off on di metah , you best yah
Babylon a skunk and couldn't get mi neitha
ever since a likkle ghetto yute dem get di crippled
So mi know seh dem a go get a weopen
Everytime when we hear some trippin
When a di big ting promote I'm right wid di clip in
So smile now yuh flip yuh likkle flippin lippin
Got a big forty five it's trigga finga
Then mi buck up yuh face so far yuh know what's happenin
Dem wonderin how yuh get so it's like yuh fat and go gym
Get mi girl inna mi cabin and mi stabbin
It is dappin jappin it is non stoppin
Hey! No pork caan cook inna mi
If a gal try dat she's a pigeon
woman a tear off mi pants stitchen
Natty dreadlocks inna di benz and have recline
If a nuh like dat him may end up missin
Rastafari dun tell yuh but yuh listen
[Outro:
Play this on your fuckin radio, play this song on your fuckin radio