Luyện nghe bài hát N. B. C.

This is the way it should

Ya
(What? What?)
Yo B, we don't even like these faggot niggas anyway
(What? What?)

I'm on my own wheel
(Yeah, what? What?)
You know I'm sayin'?
The shit, you know B

My family
(What? What?)
Slick
(Clah, clah, clah)

World eatin'
(Yeah, yeah)
Charli
(What? What?)

(Yeah, yeah, what? What?)
Cam'Ron
(Yeah, yeah)

Killa Cam
(What? What?)
Yeah, yeah, yeah,

Yo, all my rhymes, I rip it, the had to clip it
The in the street, nearly killing over snippets
Birds gotta 'em bread, so he can eat her head
I'm almost 21 but I pee in the bed

Had to the FED's, all be trife
And I got a crush on
(Who, wife)

Yo not monogamy,
On the outside, an apostrophe
Tell my girls, I really photography

shots naked, the wildest boss
First night, whop and our salads tossed
While you in a mean neon, I'm with Celine
Throw her in the bed, she the one I pee on

Say Bitch, phase two, yeah yeah
What? What? What? What?
What? What? What? What? What?
What? What?

Split that ass yo, split ass
Yeah uh, Yo yo yo

Yo, N.O.R.E., fuck y'all, get hurt
You know I rock a Soul Train a Cam'Ron's shirt
Doin' cartwheels, all my got Hot Wheels
You a A R god, the bluntiest

You know we throw away blunts for my that's dead
Pour a law liqour, drink a long
again, I never beat for my nigga, Digga

You know I got, navigators, so we get lost
N.O.R.E, these Queens niggas call me the
At the arraignment, Out

Undertainment, for the
Fuck 'em and the judge it
And I did crime
Nigga, it

ain't ever know, the ghetto's be the baddest click
Charli's Angels tangle with Advocate
Hoes mad 'cause our pussy's got the fattest
It's some status shit, how we gon' a bitch

pressure, the Un undress her
That's a tester that's just the best flirt to the best
Ever it to networks
N.B.C., N.O.R.E., B'More and Cam'Ron

Anything we put our on,
Soak up a tampon, plan on
For puttin' out the LP's
Since shit yo, you gon' have to me

'Cause this is hip hop, twat
And ya'll jealous 'cause
I'm fuckin' the two hottest Underground fellas

Aiyo Iraq, Harlem World, Philly, San
N.O.R.E., Charli, Cam'Ron
Mansions, 6's, Richies, on
Cali, Houston, New York, jam on

Iraq, Harlem World, Philly, San Juan
Un-shit; N.O.R.E., Charli,
Atlanta, Chi-Town, V.A., on
D.C., N.C., S.C., jam on

Yo, all on the ballers shit, N.O.R.E but we could call a
is what we all could get, biggest to the smallest dick
She gon' swallow all of it, Harlem have a ball with that
After I get her pregnant, yo, we goin' to the with it

Yeah nigga, you know the lie, fuck bitch
The only reason I don't kiss her is cause she his dick
And I don't even trust, bro, fuck dat hoe
Pussy anyway, let her go

Yo ya'll niggas stay fuckin' with them grimmy
On the real though, I wonder where ya'll find chicks
The rest is evident, I'm the to split on niggas
But if they right, I'll fuck around and spit on

And if into that hot shit, I might let 'em hit my spot quick
But they gotta pop shit
If not then they gettin' drop and I like 'em all
Jack ya'll, near 21, all others gettin' cut, cut
So be it, you see me

Aiyo Iraq, Harlem World, Philly, San
N.O.R.E., Charli, Cam'Ron
Mansions, 6's, Richies, on
Cali, Houston, New York, jam on

Aiyo Iraq, Harlem World, Philly, San
Un-shit; N.O.R.E., Charli,
Atlanta, Chi-Town, V.A., on
D.C., N.C., S.C., jam on

Aiyo Iraq, Harlem World, Philly, San
Un-shit, N.O.R.E., Charli,
Mansions, 6's, Richies, on
Cali, Houston, New York, jam on

Iraq, Harlem World, Philly, San Juan
Un-shit, N.O.R.E., Charli,
Atlanta, Chi-Town, V.A., on
D.C., N.C., S.C., jam on