Luyện nghe bài hát N. B. C.

This is the way it sound

Ya
(What? What?)
Yo B, we don't even like half 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?)
Finga
(Clah, clah, clah)

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

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

Cam nigga
(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 feed 'em bread, so he can eat her head
I'm 21 but I still 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
Tell my girls, I like photography

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

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

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

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

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

You I got, navigators, so we won't get lost
N.O.R.E, these niggas call me the Force
At the arraignment, Out

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

Fools ain't ever know, the ghetto's be the click
Charli's Angels tangle with Devil's
Hoes mad 'cause our got the fattest clits
It's status shit, how we gon' have a bitch

Under pressure, the Un her
a tester that's just the best flirt to the best skirt
Ever make it to
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 hottest
Since yo, you gon' have to tell me

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

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

Aiyo Iraq, World, Philly, San Juan
N.O.R.E., Charli, Cam'Ron
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 we all could get, biggest to the smallest dick
She gon' all of it, Harlem gon' have a ball with that
I get her pregnant, yo, we goin' to the mall 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 even trust, ourself bro, fuck dat hoe
stinkin' anyway, let her go

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

And if they that hot shit, I might let 'em hit my spot quick
But first they gotta pop
If not then they gettin' 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
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

Iraq, Harlem World, Philly, San Juan
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