Luyện nghe bài hát Lyrical .44

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

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

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

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

[Verse 3: "Jr. Gong" Marley]
I neva why so much ganja reach ya
And dem a how so much conquer feature
Blunt dem so big a must fi 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
di rizla 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 best yah
a smell skunk and couldn't get mi neitha
Well ever since a likkle ghetto yute dem get mi
So mi know seh dem a go get a weopen
Everytime when we hear some politician
a di big ting promote I'm right there wid di clip in
So just smile now yuh flip yuh likkle lippin
Got a big forty five it's 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 and mi cabin stabbin
It is slappin jappin it is non stoppin
Hey! No pork caan inna mi kitchen
If a gal try dat she's a dead
Well woman a off mi pants stitchen
Natty dreadlocks inna di and have recline switchin
If a bwoy nuh dat him may end up missin
Rastafari dun tell yuh don't

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