Luyện nghe bài hát Molasses

Yo, legend, what's good, legend, what's on?
(Yo, we gotta do the intro and all that, right?)
Ice H2O
(Ight, keep all that, all that)

Keep our palace,
Yeah, up, yeah, yeah, yeah, turn me up, son
Yo, Ross, up, my nigga?
(Murderous shit)
Aiyo,

Word to the gold panamaras and to the grain in my labo
I go the mile, my flow scaffolds
Crew cuts, the older niggas, the same rumors, just the goons
niggas catch visions of killing capos

Palestinian armor, rocket launcher, my aunt
She copped it from me, it in Rwanda
See demons scheming, get live in the Beacon
I'm to 'shank' shit up like Morgan Freeman

getting rapper, rich nigga, one-on-one rents niggas
And incidents, my fingerprints been up
We sell slinging like Siemens, the snortable Beamers
love calling niggas names out, you screaming

Feds try to tap us and plus us, niggas'll grab Bust'
Throw you in the rassle, yo, ups
Catch me at the Stephen King
With four of my Branson
With me, me and Britney, a

Know shit authentic by the way your hat fit on you, with it
I'm like the Blair Witch in the rented
Curtains in the five-seven, and short
Bagging dope up in the backseat, your walk

my girl wedding ring, she Medellin
Name is Coretta King, live in and she never leave me
freely this is all graffiti, the cloth I'm cut from
Is from a rich nigga genie

Yo, Scarface gangstas, criminal niggas up in the
Army coats on, playing the
Getting paper, sly, the motto, intelligent goons
Inside a hundred thousand whip, follow

gangstas, criminal niggas up in the trenches
Army on, playing the benches
paper, sly, that's the motto, intelligent goons
(The fucking Don, yeah, Su Wu-Tang)
a hundred thousand dollar whip, follow

Still gritty, leave the pretty to the
The mother pearl weather seashells
Pick of the litter, have this nigga paper up
Twitter thug, I'm the townline

Get 'em up, dangerous as angel dust
Cuban Linx smoking in the Brink's trunk
I run with who snort powder, extort cowards
Ankle under garments, so fuck showers

I give a fuck what you 'bout
Mob meetings, we only niggas walking out
Sparking purple once a nigga spaghetti slurping
Fly in my new, Scabetti, surfing

Yo, Scarface gangstas, niggas up in the trenches
Army on, playing the benches
Getting paper, sly, that's the motto, intelligent
Inside a hundred thousand whip, follow

gangstas, criminal niggas up in the trenches
Army on, playing the benches
Getting paper, sly, that's the motto, intelligent
Inside a thousand dollar whip, follow

Yo, we in the back roasting marshmallows, bottles of
The dialogue is the big niggas is rude
Law library scholars, potatoes over the eights
With bald-heads, all wires

Eleven homes, six trust funds, came home from doing a
We just Un's, straight up
And we over the stoves, in denim Gibaud's
a Dairy Queen in Queens right next to Lowe's

IMAX Theaters, Waldorf
Philip Drummer suite, pretty young sucking my balls off
baths, hash, zooted up, eyes closed
Silk drawers, fronting in my key pie Wall-o's

And I got a half a key indeed, Frank Lucas shit
in coffins, flying over seas
And if you ever try to ruin my
I'm a make sure my best pawn put like in your kite

caller, laying in big laws
Rock of Gibraltar, my pinky joint, killer like
Daytime hawk, a nasty street
Me, Rae and Rick, out in the Porsche's

we gotta Warner bro, like Malcolm-Jamal
I'm a Falcon, Seven Vick with the ball
'Cause I can hut-one, hut-two, disrespect, I you down
Ain't a crew we can't run through

Yo, Scarface gangstas, criminal niggas up in the
Army on, playing the benches
Getting paper, sly, that's the motto, intelligent
Inside a thousand dollar whip, follow

Scarface gangstas, niggas up in the trenches
coats on, playing the benches
Getting paper, sly, that's the motto, goons
Inside a thousand dollar whip, follow

Army shit, nigga, camouflage, guerrilla shit,
You what it is, man, yo, Lex, talk, yeah
Where ya man at? go
Stay together, my