Luyện nghe bài hát Lyrical .44

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

[Verse 1: Method
Oh no, another flow lyrica fo'
If it gets deep, jump in feet first hold yo' nose
I'm a when you step 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 with it, shit it
Now y'all done did it, supper y'all come get it
Now who 'gon me block me pop lock me knock me
Jamaica posse high Haile Selassie
Allah willin, another sound boy
I'm hot bitch I don't catch or catch feelings
The truth be the 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 tell the people we be jammin

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

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

3: Damian "Jr. Gong" Marley]
I neva wonda why so much reach ya
And dem a wonda how so much conquer
Blunt dem so big a fi Bunny,Bob,and Peter
Teach it a teacher preach it like 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. Gong di a trouble when mi reach ya
DJ fi fi fan dem inna and di bleacha
Jumpin off the meter, you believe yah
Babylon a 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
Everytime when we hear some trippin
When a di big ting I'm right there wid di clip in
So just now yuh flip yuh likkle flippin lippin
Got a big forty five trigga finga lickin
Then mi buck up yuh face so far yuh know what's happenin
Dem wonderin how yuh get so it's like yuh fat and go gym
Get mi girl inna mi cabin and mi cabin
It is slappin jappin it is non stoppin
Hey! No caan cook inna mi kitchen
If a gal try dat a dead pigeon
Well woman a tear off mi stitchen
Natty dreadlocks inna di and have recline switchin
If a nuh like dat him may end up missin
Rastafari dun tell yuh don't

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