Luyện nghe bài hát Lyrical .44

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

1: Method Man]
Oh no, another lyrica forty fo'
If it gets deep, jump in feet 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 wait to do a song right, 'gon do ya wrong
Time to party, Meth, Stephen Marley and Jr.
So selecta, come with it, 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 Selassie
willin, another sound boy killin
I'm hot bitch I don't catch cold or catch
The be the ghetto youth
And Def Jam y'all know the Meth Man care of his fam
That's y'all better do
Examine our we plannin to win
Worldwide tell the people we be jammin

[Verse 2:
Make way for Reggie
I, dig 'em out tie 'em up for randsome
I, shoot at feet make you start dancin
I'm pissin on your picnics ya campin
Doctor got the ziplock from
the zig zag roll 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!) Look out, in the air
(Blaow!) guns in the air
No Belvedere it's Tiger to get it crackin
Aiyyo dread or wrong
I'm a sinner, winner of the swimmers
Eat dinner, in of Bob Marley pin up

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

3: Damian "Jr. Gong" Marley]
I neva wonda why so much ganja ya
And dem a how so much conquer feature
Blunt dem so big a fi Bunny,Bob,and Peter
it like a teacher preach it like a preacher
Put you in a
Pussy style mi up plus no under achieve
di rizla gimme di cup and a couple senorita
Jr. Gong di veteran a when 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 since a likkle ghetto yute 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 I'm right there wid di clip in
So just smile now yuh flip yuh likkle flippin
Got a big forty five 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 inna mi cabin and mi cabin stabbin
It is slappin jappin dappin it is non
Hey! No pork caan cook inna mi
If a gal try dat a dead pigeon
Well a tear off mi pants stitchen
Natty dreadlocks inna di benz and recline switchin
If a bwoy nuh like dat him may end up
Rastafari dun yuh don't listen

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