Luyện nghe bài hát Lyrical .44

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

1: Method Man]
Oh no, another flow forty fo'
If it gets deep, jump in feet first then yo' nose
I'm a beast when you step on my toe you my whistle
Checkin 'em hoe, you see my 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, with it, awww shit it
Now y'all done did it, supper ready y'all get it
Now who stop me block me pop lock me knock me
posse most high Haile Selassie
Allah willin, another boy killin
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 the people we be jammin again

[Verse 2:
Make way for Hammond
I, dig 'em out then tie 'em up for
I, shoot at feet make you start dancin
I'm on your picnics where ya campin
got the ziplock from Ziggy
When the zig zag roll I'll rip your zip
Got bitches up off the hypno
I tip toe, wait till they bend over
(There I go) Aiyyo
I got a mo ped in Jamaica sittin on
(Blaow!) out, guns in the air
(Blaow!) guns in the air
No Belvedere it's Tiger Bone to get it
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 your blinb 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
here we let them things ring
BLAOW!!! Give it to me BLAOW!!! One
BLAOW!!! give it to me BLAOW!!! it up

[Verse 3: "Jr. Gong" Marley]
I wonda why so much ganja reach ya
And dem a wonda how so much conquer
Blunt dem so big a fi Bunny,Bob,and Peter
Teach it like a teacher preach it a preacher
Put you in a
Pussy couldn't style mi up plus no achieve
Gimme di rizla di cup and a couple senorita
Jr. di veteran a trouble when mi reach ya
DJ fi fi fan dem inna and di bleacha
off the meter, you best believe yah
Babylon a smell skunk and get mi neitha
Well since a likkle ghetto yute dem get mi crippled
So mi know seh dem a go get a weopen
Everytime when we hear politician trippin
When a di big ting promote I'm right there wid di in
So smile now yuh flip yuh likkle flippin lippin
Got a big forty five trigga 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 jappin dappin it is non stoppin
Hey! No caan cook inna mi kitchen
If a gal try dat a dead pigeon
woman a tear off mi pants stitchen
Natty dreadlocks inna di benz and recline switchin
If a bwoy nuh dat him may end up missin
dun tell yuh don't listen

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