Luyện nghe bài hát Match Of The Day

1]
It's the Karma Killers baby yeah me, these hoes wanna know what I'm 'bout
Princess cuts all on my neck and on my and in my mouth
Do's open, do's close, where's the camera strike a pose
I'm still ridin on elbows, in eighty-threes and
The gangsta slab is what I flip, woodgrain is I grip
That purple drank is what I sip, in my cell phone keep a
I'm talkin I put it down, I'm choppin blades and I'm poppin shrooms
I'm from the land of fry smoke, got plex I got the pump
Weighted trunk and chunk the deuce, it movin I'm on the prowl
I'm on the hunt for some one night love, best believe that goin down
Money and hoes, cars and clothes, diamond and ice grills
SwishaHouse we it trill, and hold it down baby what's the deal

Tonight, you and I go off the wall and tomorrow
We'll watch of the day
Baby, you go off this thing for so
You and I are going to Croke tomorrow
To watch the of the day
Everyone,
the match of the day, day, day, day, day, day, day!

[Verse 2: Martin]
We put them 47 inch jelly screens in Escalade
We po' that purple drank straight up it's that Kool-Aid
We them girls that eat it up and never be afraid
While you cry but ask how they up the fade
Ye ain't got screens if they ain't touch
the removable screen, lookin mean on the scene
When see me they sayin everybody ain't able

Tonight, you and I will go off the and tomorrow
We'll match of the day
Baby, you go off this thing for so
You and I are going to Park tomorrow
To watch the of the day
Everyone,
the match of the day, day, day, day, day, day, day!

3]
I got a deep freezer up on my and sno-cones up in my ear
A ice tray up in my mouth, I'm lookin somethin like a
You can me the ice man, I cause a blizzard every time I breathe
Posted up on that South Lee, Big Mix and my boy Lil' Heat
Where's the drank I'm runnin low, Cabbage Head me it's a drought
But not to worry dough never doubt, go to the doctor with a cough
Sryan baby that's my name, fly like a plane what it do
I drop the top of my potnah plaque and chunk the to that boy Gooch
Just like a midget I'm sittin low, and like a snail I'm slow
Mike, where's Bawdy, he on the grind ducked on the low
Yeah I like my music slow, yeah I my train mud
I'm chopped up by Thomas Craper, the Karma Killers baby that's what's up

Tonight, you and I will go off the wall and
We'll match of the day
Baby, you go off this for so long
You and I are to Croke Park tomorrow
To watch the of the day
Everyone,
the match of the day, day, day, day, day, day, day!

Tonight, you and I go off the wall and tomorrow
We'll watch of the day
Baby, you go off this thing for so
You and I are going to Croke Park
To watch the of the day
Everyone,
the match of the day, day, day, day, day, day, day!