Luyện nghe bài hát Lyrical .44

[Redman] come!!!!!
Play this song on your fuckin radio, play this song on your fuckin radio

[Verse 1: Man]
Oh no, another flow forty fo'
If it gets deep, jump in feet first then hold yo'
I'm a when you step on my toe you hear my whistle
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, with 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
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
Examine our we plannin to win
Worldwide tell the people we be again

[Verse 2:
Make way for Reggie
I, dig 'em out tie 'em up for randsome
I, shoot at feet make you start dancin
I'm pissin on your picnics where ya
Doctor got the from Ziggy
When the zig zag roll I'll rip zip code
Got fucked up off the hypno
I tip toe, then wait till they 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 Tiger 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

Redman]
I don't care about blinb bling bling
Over here we let them things
BLAOW!!! Give it to me BLAOW!!! it to me
BLAOW!!! Shoot it up BLAOW!!! it up
I don't care about blinb bling bling
Over here we let them things
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 reach ya
And dem a wonda how so much feature
dem so big a must fi Bunny,Bob,and Peter
Teach it a teacher preach it like a preacher
Put you in a
Pussy couldn't style mi up plus no under
Gimme di gimme di cup and a couple senorita
Jr. Gong di veteran a trouble mi reach ya
DJ fi fi fan dem Grandtsand and di bleacha
Jumpin off the meter, you believe yah
Babylon a skunk and couldn't get mi neitha
Well ever since a likkle yute dem get mi crippled
So mi seh babylon dem a go get a weopen
when we hear some politician trippin
When a di big promote I'm right there wid di clip in
So just smile now yuh flip yuh flippin lippin
Got a big forty five it's finga lickin
Then mi buck up yuh face so far yuh don't what's 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 slappin jappin dappin it is non
Hey! No pork caan inna mi kitchen
If a gal try dat she's a dead
Well woman a tear off mi pants
Natty dreadlocks inna di and have recline switchin
If a bwoy nuh like dat him may end up
Rastafari dun tell yuh don't

[Outro:
Play this on your fuckin radio, play this song on your fuckin radio