Luyện nghe bài hát Metal Lungies

World premiere, premiere

What these clown niggaz
What need to be hollerin' is, "There go Theodore
Put the ball down, we score
They pen shit to blackboards, make out of whack broads
You see us comin'? that Fam shit, just pass off, you bitch

Crystal', Dana Dane's wrapped your neck
rich, baow, you fucked up now
See my gun, nigga? baby got stuffed uptown
out, made a whole safe with the pump root pounds

My buddy, keep my gun, right next to my
Ask the click, yo, spit metal lungies
wigs, kill flunkies off contact, son see
Didn't tell y'all niggaz to wear clean undies?

See, y'all should've to her
She knew her son had a big
An' someday, death would
Please, for Ms. Gale's sake an' her
Pass the flurry, fuckin' around, they knocked to her weave

Uh, oh, up, this still
What you 'bout, baby?
kids spit that shit

Let's go, go, let's go, yo, yeah

Me an' Starks projects parks
With our '93 shit, coat green an' light tan Clarks
Niggaz think I'm lucky, bitches fuck me
An' put me in the tub with them I'm a rubber ducky

I got a revolver in the pump about the size of
I remember faces as I tie my laces
Here, put the metal in your mouth, you was rockin' braces
I spit an lungie, yeah, I'm old school like the Iron Monkey
My powerful enough to lift a fuckin' donkey

I got heavy chrome, niggaz don't care if you or die
They happier Marbury home
Y'all niggaz better kill me, my niggaz, feel me
Louch eat, ends gotta meet
The hard shit you 'bout is on beat as Tweet

This is Theodore, D-Block, the year
It's son who fall, with the four-four, niggaz

Uh, oh, word up, still
What you talkin' 'bout,
Real spit that shit

Yeah, nigga, this is Ghost Ghostface
I don't sell millions but I get
From the fiends that smoke
leavin' out with a poked face
Tone, burn him an' kick his out
I can swear I won't get you no

I'ma make it look like you base
An' we don't no trace
These rap niggaz that they so safe
I wanna talk to you, homes, I don't communicate
My guns be in my hand, one in my
An' I could dial number like a smile off the face

With the H.K. 9, I'm the all hummer
lungies'll spit the grungiest shit
Hungriest shit, seventeen dummies a
Tell them rap niggaz to suck my

Fuck the industry of
Shut down the store, bust my
I got some hustlin' ass niggaz that'll my bricks
An' dust head niggaz that'll dump my clips, what?

Uh, oh, up, this still
What you talkin' 'bout,
Real kids that shit