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 muthafuckin'
(Yeah, What? What?)
You know I'm sayin'?
The real shit, you B

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

Harlem 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 song had to it
The cats in the street, nearly killing snippets
Birds feed 'em bread, so he can eat her head
I'm almost 21 but I pee in the bed

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

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

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

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

Split that ass yo, split ass
uh, What? Yo yo yo

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

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

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
'em and the judge saves it
And I did every
Nigga, it

Fools ain't ever know, the ghetto's be the baddest
Charli's Angels tangle Devil's Advocate
Hoes mad 'cause our got the fattest clits
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
make it to networks
Like N.B.C., N.O.R.E., and Cam'Ron

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Iraq, Harlem World, Philly, San Juan
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

Aiyo Iraq, Harlem World, Philly, San
Un-shit, N.O.R.E., Charli,
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