Luyện nghe bài hát Lyrical .44

[Redman] come!!!!!
[Marley] Play this song on your fuckin radio, this song on your fuckin radio
[Verse 1: Man]
Oh no, another lyrica forty fo'
If it gets deep, 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 song right, hardly 'gon do ya
Time to party, Meth, Stephen Marley and Jr.
So selecta, come it, awww shit it
Now y'all done did it, supper ready come get it
Now who 'gon stop me me pop lock me knock me
Jamaica posse most high Haile
willin, another sound boy killin
I'm hot I don't catch cold or catch feelings
The be the ghetto youth
And Def Jam y'all know the Meth Man care of his fam
what y'all better do
Examine our we plannin to win
Worldwide the people we be jammin again
2: Redman]
Make way for Hammond
Got more than grand canyon
I, dig 'em out then tie 'em up for
I, shoot at your make you start dancin
I'm pissin on your picnics ya campin
Doctor got the from Ziggy
When the zig zag roll rip your zip code
Got bitches fucked up off the
I tip toe, then wait till they over
(There I go) money
I got a mo ped in Jamaica sittin on
(Blaow!) Look out, in the air
(Blaow!) Selecta in the air
No Belvedere it's Tiger to get it crackin
Aiyyo dread or wrong
I'm a sinner, winner of the underground
Eat dinner, in front of Bob pin up
Redman]
I don't care about bling bling bling
Over here we let them ring
BLAOW!!! it to me BLAOW!!! give it to me
BLAOW!!! Shoot it up BLAOW!!! it up
I care about your bling bling bling
Over here we let them ring
BLAOW!!! it to me BLAOW!!! One time
BLAOW!!! give it to me BLAOW!!! it up
[Verse 3: "Jr. Gong" Marley]
I neva why so much ganja reach ya
And dem a wonda how so much feature
Blunt dem so big a must a Bunny Bob and
Teach it a teacher preach it like a preacher
Put you in a
Pussy couldn't mi up plus no under achieve
Gimme di rizla gimme di blunt and a
di chunks gimme di cup and a couple senorita
Jr. Gong di a trouble when mi reach ya
DJ fi fi fan dem inna and di bleacha
Jumpin off on di , you best believe yah
Babylon a smell skunk and get mi neitha
Well ever since a ghetto yute dem get di crippled
So mi know seh babylon dem a go get a
Everytime when we hear politician trippin
When a di big ting promote I'm right wid di clip in
So just smile now yuh flip yuh flippin lippin
Got a big forty five trigga finga lickin
Then mi buck up yuh face so far yuh don't know what's
Dem wonderin how yuh get so it's like yuh fat and go gym
Get mi girl inna mi cabin and mi cabin
It is dappin jappin it is non stoppin
Hey! No pork caan cook mi kitchen
If a gal try dat she's a pigeon
Well a tear off mi pants stitchen
Natty dreadlocks inna di and have recline switchin
If a nuh like dat him may end up missin
Rastafari dun yuh but yuh don't listen
Marley]
Play this song on your fuckin radio, play this song on fuckin radio