Luyện nghe bài hát Nosetalgia

20 plus years of Johnson & Johnson
I started out as a baby monster
No wonder there's rash on my conscience
My ring was numbed by the nonsense
Gem Star razor and a plate
Arm and hammer and a mason jar, my dinner date
crack the window in the kitchen, let it ventilate
Cause I let it on the stove like a minute steak
Nigga, I was in the school zone
Two beepers on me, Starter jacket that was two
Four lockers, four different bitches got their on
Black Ferris Bueller, cutting school his jewels on
Couldn't do wrong with a chest of chains and a arm full of watches
What I sell for pain in the hood, I'm a
Zhivago tried to fight the urge Ivan Drago
If he dies he dies, like to Tre
If he rides he rides, Throwing punches in the
If he cries he cries, we don't drink the pain
When a die we add a link to the chain
Inscribe a nigga name in flesh
We playing on a game of chess
Once you delegate his bills who's gone his bitch the best?
A million megapixels of the
on the scale digital, my only Timex
Nigga, this is timeless, simply it's honest
Pure as the fumes that be fucking with my
Nigga this is says, Simon red
Blood on your til you dying, dead, yah!

You better change what comes out speaker

You see a dead body?
Instrumentals from my mama's Christmas
on my mind, I still smell crime
My little brother
Smokers repeatedly buying my Genesis
Either or my auntie was stealing it
Hit the pipe and feeling it
Oh wee, cut me some slack, weed never did
This was different, geez, please help me relax
Quantum physics could show you the world I was in
I was ten
Back nine ounces have got you ten
And nine times out of ten niggas pay attention
And when tension in the air nines come with extensions
My dumped a quarter piece to a four and a half
Took a L, started selling soap fiends bubble
Broke his misusing his pinky to treat his nose
buttoned open, taco meat land on his gold
I said "daddy, one day I'mma get you right with 36
1000 grams of then your name will be rich
Now you can rock it up or sell it soft as interior
Drop some ice cubes in it, on perimeter"
He "son, how come you think you be my connect?"
Said "pops, ass is washed up with all due respect"
He "well nigga, then show me how it all makes sense"
Go figure, motherfucker, verse is a brick
Your son dope,
Now reap you sowed, nigga
reap what you sowed, nigga
I was born in '87, my grand a legend
Now the shit that y'all was smoking is my profession
get it

They must be on the of who?

must be on the dick of who?