Luyện nghe bài hát Lyrical .44

[Redman] come!!!!!
[Marley] Play this on your fuckin radio, play this song on your fuckin radio
[Verse 1: Man]
Oh no, flow lyrica forty fo'
If it gets deep, in feet first then hold yo' nose
I'm a beast when you step on my toe you hear my
Checkin 'em hoe, you see my lettin it go
I couldn't wait to do a song right, hardly 'gon do ya
Time to party, Meth, Stephen and Jr. Gong
So selecta, come it, awww shit it
Now y'all done did it, supper y'all come get it
Now who 'gon stop me block me pop lock me me
posse most high Haile Selassie
Allah willin, another sound boy
I'm hot bitch I don't cold or catch feelings
The be the ghetto youth
And Def Jam y'all the Meth Man take care of his fam
That's what y'all do
our skin we plannin to win
Worldwide tell the people we be again
[Verse 2:
way for Reggie Hammond
Got more hoes than grand
I, dig 'em out then tie 'em up for
I, shoot at your feet you start dancin
I'm on your picnics where ya campin
got the ziplock from Ziggy
When the zig zag I'll rip your zip code
Got bitches fucked up off the
I tip toe, then wait till 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 underground
Eat dinner, in of Bob Marley pin up
[Chorus:
I don't care about your 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 we let them things ring
BLAOW!!! Give it to me BLAOW!!! One
BLAOW!!! it to me BLAOW!!! give it up
3: Damian "Jr. Gong" Marley]
I neva wonda why so ganja reach ya
And dem a how so much conquer feature
Blunt dem so big a must a Bunny Bob and
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
Gimme di chunks gimme di cup and a senorita
Jr. Gong di veteran a trouble mi reach ya
DJ fi fi fan dem inna Grandtsand and di
off on di metah , you best believe yah
Babylon a smell skunk and get mi neitha
Well ever since a likkle ghetto dem get di crippled
So mi know seh babylon dem a go get a
when we hear some politician trippin
When a di big ting promote I'm right wid di clip in
So just smile now yuh flip yuh likkle lippin
Got a big five it's trigga finga lickin
Then mi buck up yuh face so far yuh don't know happenin
Dem how yuh get so slim it's like yuh fat and go gym
Get mi inna mi cabin and mi cabin stabbin
It is dappin slappin jappin it is non
Hey! No pork 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 switchin
If a bwoy nuh dat him may end up missin
Rastafari dun yuh but yuh don't listen
Marley]
Play this song on fuckin radio, play this song on your fuckin radio