Luyện nghe bài hát Match Of The Day

1]
It's the Karma Killers baby yeah that's me, these hoes wanna 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 I'll strike a pose
I'm ridin on elbows, in eighty-threes and eighty-fo's
The gangsta is what I flip, woodgrain is what I grip
That purple is what I sip, in my cell phone keep a chip
I'm talkin bid'ness I put it down, I'm choppin blades and I'm poppin
I'm from the of that fry smoke, got plex I got the pump
Weighted and chunk the deuce, keep it movin I'm on the prowl
I'm on the hunt for some one night love, best believe that it's goin
Money and hoes, and clothes, diamond rings and ice grills
SwishaHouse we keep it trill, and hold it baby what's the deal

Tonight, you and I go off the wall 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 the match of the day
Everyone,
Watch the of the day, day, day, day, day, day, day!

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

Tonight, you and I go off the wall and tomorrow
watch 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!

3]
I got a deep freezer up on my neck and up in my ear
A ice tray up in my mouth, I'm lookin somethin a chandelier
You can call me the ice man, I cause a blizzard 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 told me a drought
But not to dough never doubt, I'll 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 crawlin
Where's Mike, where's Bawdy, he on the grind on the low
Yeah I like my music slow, yeah I like my mud
I'm chopped up by Thomas Craper, it's the Killers baby that's what's up

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

Tonight, you and I will go off the wall and
We'll match of the day
Baby, you go off thing 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!