Luyện nghe bài hát NaNa

[Verse 1: Chance The
Introducin' Chance the
'shrooms and lucy
Dreams is
Loosely on music
my mucus
Hope your get herpes and yo' ass get lupus
Deuces Douches. deuce I'll shoot ya (BANG)
Shoes boot cha and a suit might suit cha
They be on bullshit but they really don't do
They use of illusion confuse Confucius
Nasty, ashy, ashing, 'til my voice get raspy
Last week
Last kissed Va$htie
Parleyed with
in the hallway, so I never been classy
(Ha ha ha) up

Na na na, na na na
Na na na, na na na
Na na na, na na na
(Igh, igh, igh, igh!)

[Verse 2: Chance the
I said acid, get it?
through plastic, I spit fired
Pad my palette, talkin'
If this was work, I'd get
Pardon my mishaps, burp and get
Fart and get bitch-slapped, like bourbon mixed jack
Lickety-split, Look it! He slipped on a
From peelin' splits back
Give me my
Don't break me off shit, batch, is you mean bitch?
Zan with that lean bitch, zan that lean bitch
Zen that chakra
I eat it Idi Amin, Ya Kna Wha Mean
Hit me back when mean shit

[Verse 3: Action
Introducin', Bronsonlino
With my hair slicked back, I look like Rick
3 Japanese in my El Camino
trees blow, oh
I rep the East Coast, I got a team of hoes like Pat
I like Arnold Schwarzenegger in a black hummer (Get to the chopper!)
I splash summer a fast brother
With a number on his back, no fumblin', in fact, I'm -
Back, in my hat
Shoot then pass the gat, it's at the bottom of the river in a bag
My new got a gymnastic back
87 emerald green on a jag
She had the palate, I ordered chef's salad
She had the club foot, with that arm
I couldn't but laugh, she ordered Chicken Parm
I had the Bulls warm-up with the Pippens on

Suck my motherfucking dick, the young Randy Velarde
Queens,
me