Luyện nghe bài hát Lyrical .44

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

1: Method Man]
Oh no, another lyrica forty fo'
If it gets deep, jump in first then hold 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 wait to do a song right, hardly do ya wrong
Time to party, Meth, Stephen and Jr. Gong
So selecta, come with it, awww it
Now y'all done did it, supper ready y'all get it
Now who 'gon stop me block me pop me knock me
Jamaica posse most Haile Selassie
Allah willin, another boy killin
I'm hot I don't catch cold or catch feelings
The truth be the youth
And Def Jam y'all know the Meth Man take of his fam
That's what y'all do
our skin we plannin to win
Worldwide tell the people we be jammin

[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 on your picnics where ya campin
Doctor got the from Ziggy
When the zig zag roll I'll rip zip code
Got bitches fucked up off the
I tip toe, then wait till bend over
(There I go) Aiyyo
I got a mo ped in Jamaica on twenties
(Blaow!) out, guns in the air
(Blaow!) guns in the air
No Belvedere it's Bone to get it crackin
Aiyyo right or wrong
I'm a sinner, of the underground swimmers
Eat dinner, in front of Bob 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!!! it up BLAOW!!! give it up
I don't about your 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 wonda why so much ganja reach ya
And dem a wonda how so conquer feature
Blunt dem so big a fi Bunny,Bob,and Peter
Teach it like a teacher 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 senorita
Jr. di veteran a trouble when mi reach ya
DJ fi fi fan dem Grandtsand and di bleacha
Jumpin off the meter, you believe yah
Babylon a smell skunk and get mi neitha
Well ever since a likkle ghetto dem get mi crippled
So mi know seh dem a go get a weopen
Everytime when we hear some trippin
When a di big ting promote I'm right there wid di in
So just smile now yuh flip yuh likkle flippin
Got a big forty five it's trigga lickin
Then mi buck up yuh face so far yuh don't know happenin
Dem wonderin how yuh get so slim 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 pork caan cook mi kitchen
If a gal try dat she's a pigeon
Well woman a tear off mi stitchen
Natty dreadlocks inna di benz and recline switchin
If a bwoy nuh like dat him may end up
Rastafari dun tell yuh don't

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