Luyện nghe bài hát Lyrical .44

[Redman] come!!!!!
[Marley] this song on your fuckin radio, play this song on your fuckin radio
1: Method Man]
Oh no, another flow forty fo'
If it gets deep, jump in feet first then yo' nose
I'm a when you step on my toe you hear my whistle
Checkin 'em hoe, you see my lettin it go
I wait to do a song right, hardly 'gon do ya wrong
Time to party, Meth, Marley and Jr. Gong
So selecta, come it, awww shit it
Now y'all done did it, supper ready come get it
Now who 'gon me block me pop lock me knock me
Jamaica posse high Haile Selassie
willin, another sound boy killin
I'm hot I don't catch cold or catch feelings
The truth be the youth
And Def Jam y'all know the Man take care of his fam
That's what better do
Examine our skin we to win
tell the people we be jammin again
[Verse 2:
Make way for Hammond
Got more than grand canyon
I, dig 'em out then tie 'em up for
I, shoot at your feet make you dancin
I'm pissin on your picnics where ya
got the ziplock from Ziggy
When the zig zag I'll rip your zip code
Got fucked up off the hypno
I tip toe, wait till they bend over
(There I go) money
I got a mo ped in sittin on twenties
(Blaow!) Look out, in the air
(Blaow!) guns in the air
No Belvedere it's Bone to get it crackin
Aiyyo right or wrong
I'm a sinner, winner of the swimmers
Eat dinner, in front of Bob pin up
[Chorus:
I care about your bling bling bling
Over we let them things ring
BLAOW!!! Give it to me BLAOW!!! it to me
BLAOW!!! Shoot it up BLAOW!!! it up
I don't care your bling bling bling
Over here we let things ring
BLAOW!!! Give it to me BLAOW!!! One
BLAOW!!! give it to me BLAOW!!! it up
[Verse 3: "Jr. Gong" Marley]
I neva wonda why so much ganja ya
And dem a how so much conquer feature
Blunt dem so big a a Bunny Bob and Peter
it like a teacher preach it like a preacher
Put you in a
Pussy couldn't style mi up plus no under
Gimme di rizla gimme di and a sensimillia
di chunks gimme di cup and a couple senorita
Jr. Gong di veteran a trouble when mi ya
DJ fi fi fan dem Grandtsand and di bleacha
Jumpin off on di , you best believe yah
Babylon a smell skunk and get mi neitha
Well ever a likkle ghetto yute dem get di crippled
So mi seh babylon dem a go get a weopen
Everytime we hear some politician trippin
When a di big ting promote I'm right there wid di in
So just smile now yuh flip yuh likkle lippin
Got a big forty it's trigga finga lickin
Then mi buck up yuh face so far yuh don't know happenin
Dem wonderin how yuh get so slim it's yuh fat and go gym
Get mi inna mi cabin and mi cabin stabbin
It is dappin slappin it is non stoppin
Hey! No caan cook inna mi kitchen
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 bwoy nuh like dat him may end up
Rastafari dun yuh but yuh don't listen
[Outro:
Play this song on your fuckin radio, play this on your fuckin radio