Luyện nghe bài hát Molasses

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

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

Word to the panamaras and to the wood grain in my labo
I go the extra mile, my flow
Crew cuts, the niggas, the same rumors, just the same goons
When niggas visions of killing capos

armor, golden rocket launcher, my aunt
She it from me, bought it in Rwanda
See demons scheming, niggas get in the Beacon
I'm 'shaw' to 'shank' shit up Morgan Freeman

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

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

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

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

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

gangstas, criminal niggas up in the trenches
Army coats on, the benches
Getting paper, sly, the motto, intelligent goons
(The Juan Don, yeah, Su Wu-Tang)
Inside a thousand dollar whip, follow

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

Get 'em up, banging dangerous as angel
Linx smoking stink in the Brink's trunk
I run with killas who powder, extort cowards
Ankle monitors under garments, so showers

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

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

Scarface gangstas, niggas up in the trenches
Army coats on, playing the
paper, sly, that's the motto, intelligent goons
Inside a hundred dollar whip, follow

Yo, we in the back marshmallows, bottles of Cru'
The dialogue is the big chain is rude
Law library scholars, potatoes the thirty eights
bald-heads, all live wires

Eleven homes, six trust funds, came home doing a dime
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
Drummer suite, pretty young thing sucking my balls off
Bubble baths, hash, zooted up, closed
Silk drawers, fronting in my key pie Wall-o's

And I still got a half a key indeed, Frank shit
Hidden in coffins, flying seas
And if you ever try to my night
I'm a make sure my pawn put like three in your kite

Shot caller, laying in big
of Gibraltar, my pinky joint, killer like Orca
Daytime hawk, a nasty author
Me, Rae and Rick, Uzi'd out in the

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

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

Scarface gangstas, niggas up in the trenches
Army coats on, the benches
Getting paper, sly, that's the motto, intelligent
a hundred 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