Luyện nghe bài hát Metal Lungies

World premiere, premiere

What these clown hollerin'?
What they to be hollerin' is, "There go Theodore
Put the ball down, we can't
They pen to blackboards, make queens out of whack broads
You see us comin'? Fuck that Fam shit, pass off, you bitch

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

My buddy, keep my gun, right to my tummy
Ask the click, yo, they spit metal
Detach wigs, flunkies off contact, son see
Didn't Mommy tell y'all niggaz to wear undies?

See, y'all should've to her
She knew her son had a big
An' someday, would occur
Please, for Ms. Gale's an' her seeds
Pass the flurry, ain't around, they knocked to her weave

Uh, oh, word up, still
What you 'bout, baby?
Real kids spit that

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Fuck the of [Incomprehensible]
Shut down the store, my shit
I got some hustlin' ass niggaz that'll my bricks
An' some head niggaz that'll dump my clips, what?

Uh, oh, word up, still
you talkin' 'bout, baby?
Real kids spit that