Luyện nghe bài hát Lyrical .44

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

[Verse 1: Method
Oh no, another lyrica forty fo'
If it gets deep, in feet first then hold yo' nose
I'm a beast when you on my toe you hear my whistle
'em hoe, you see my pistol lettin it go
I couldn't to do a song right, hardly 'gon do ya wrong
to party, Meth, Stephen Marley and Jr. Gong
So selecta, come it, awww shit it
Now done did it, supper ready y'all come get it
Now who 'gon stop me block me pop lock me me
Jamaica posse most high Haile
Allah willin, another sound boy
I'm hot bitch I don't catch cold or catch
The truth be the youth
And Def Jam y'all know the Meth Man care of his fam
That's what y'all do
Examine our skin we to win
tell the people we be jammin again

[Verse 2:
way for Reggie Hammond
I, dig 'em out then tie 'em up for
I, shoot at feet make you start dancin
I'm pissin on your picnics ya campin
got the ziplock from Ziggy
When the zig zag roll I'll rip zip code
Got bitches fucked up off the
I tip toe, then wait till they over
(There I go) Aiyyo
I got a mo ped in sittin on twenties
(Blaow!) out, guns in the air
(Blaow!) guns in the air
No it's Tiger Bone to get it crackin
Aiyyo right or wrong
I'm a sinner, of the underground swimmers
Eat dinner, in of Bob Marley pin up

[Chorus:
I don't about your blinb bling bling
Over here we let them things
BLAOW!!! it to me BLAOW!!! give it to me
BLAOW!!! it up BLAOW!!! give it up
I don't care about your bling bling
Over here we let them ring
BLAOW!!! it to me BLAOW!!! One time
BLAOW!!! it to me BLAOW!!! give it up

[Verse 3: Damian "Jr. Gong"
I neva why so much ganja reach ya
And dem a wonda how so conquer feature
Blunt dem so big a must fi Bunny,Bob,and
Teach it like a teacher preach it a preacher
Put you in a
Pussy couldn't style mi up plus no under
Gimme di rizla 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 the meter, you best yah
Babylon a smell and couldn't get mi neitha
Well ever since a ghetto yute dem get mi crippled
So mi know seh dem a go get a weopen
Everytime 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 likkle lippin
Got a big five it's trigga finga lickin
Then mi up yuh face so far yuh don't know what's happenin
Dem how yuh get so slim it's like yuh fat and go gym
Get mi girl inna mi cabin and mi cabin
It is slappin jappin it is non stoppin
Hey! No caan cook inna mi kitchen
If a gal try dat she's a pigeon
Well woman a tear off mi pants
Natty dreadlocks di benz and have recline switchin
If a bwoy nuh like dat him may end up
Rastafari dun tell yuh listen

Marley]
Play this song on your fuckin radio, play this on your fuckin radio