Luyện nghe bài hát Lyrical .44

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

[Verse 1: Man]
Oh no, another lyrica forty fo'
If it gets deep, jump in feet first then 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 wait to do a song right, hardly 'gon do ya
to party, Meth, Stephen Marley 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
Jamaica posse most Haile Selassie
Allah willin, another sound boy
I'm hot bitch I catch cold or catch feelings
The be the ghetto youth
And Def Jam y'all know the Man take 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 your feet make you start
I'm pissin on picnics where ya campin
Doctor got the from Ziggy
When the zig zag roll rip your zip code
Got bitches fucked up off the
I tip toe, then wait till they bend
(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 it's Tiger Bone to get it crackin
Aiyyo dread or wrong
I'm a sinner, winner of the swimmers
Eat dinner, in of Bob Marley pin up

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

3: Damian "Jr. Gong" Marley]
I neva wonda why so much reach ya
And dem a how so much conquer feature
Blunt dem so big a must fi Bunny,Bob,and
Teach it like a preach it like a preacher
Put you in a
Pussy couldn't mi up plus no under achieve
Gimme di rizla gimme di cup and a couple
Jr. Gong di veteran a trouble when mi ya
DJ fi fi fan dem inna Grandtsand and di
Jumpin off the meter, you best yah
a smell skunk and couldn't get mi neitha
Well ever a likkle ghetto yute dem get mi crippled
So mi know seh dem a go get a weopen
when we hear some politician trippin
When a di big ting I'm right there wid di clip in
So just smile now yuh flip yuh likkle lippin
Got a big forty five it's trigga finga
Then mi buck up yuh face so far yuh don't what's happenin
Dem wonderin how yuh get so it's like yuh fat and go gym
Get mi girl inna mi and mi cabin stabbin
It is jappin dappin it is non stoppin
Hey! No caan cook inna mi kitchen
If a gal try dat she's a dead
Well woman a tear off mi pants
Natty dreadlocks inna di benz and have switchin
If a bwoy nuh dat him may end up missin
Rastafari dun tell yuh don't

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