Luyện nghe bài hát Off The Wall

Let me ask this question quick, umm
As far as the
And the name change and everything that
Now how did that come
How did that evolve the Cocoa Brovaz
And everything like

was jealousy, man
That's all is, man
(Jealousy, man)
and ignorance, man

got me stressed, man
Oh, just burn a spliff, don't about that

In my pink Cadi, I a [unverified]
Uncle Sam men to kill in the 'hood
I make 'em it, test it
My of weapon
Smif-N-Wessun, try
Sue me for the
Yo, pimpin'?
Yo, pimpin'?

I woke up in the morning, what did I
Unknown starin' down at me
First off the flee as fear overpowered me
Chlorophyll got me ready to black, I can't
askin' me who's Smif and who's Wessun
We got you now we're lookin' for partner
'Cause you're messin' with the currency
And frankly we don't give a fuck about your

We watchin' you for a while now
We know about the made back and forth
Down south word of
You had your workin' out
But I doubt you had 'em out
'Cause we can 'em out
Now we got 'em on our internet systems
Know the crimes and the names of all their victims
got the pinpoint spotter where you hang
You got big dreams comin' 'round to change things

Let me say
Why they try to suffocate and all of our intentions
want our sufferations, trial and tribulations
Too much to
Well, tell them that we no
We don't a big gate
every corner, angle, and section
[Unverified] not far
I see '99 in crystal
Them city-order ducks walk

I got [unverified] by the government the day
I opened it and read it, it said was suin'
Said I couldn't the way that I was movin'
And I do the things that I was doin'
Causin' mass confusion with the that we was usin'
they gun sales was conflictin' with our music
Sent me multi-paid just to prove it
The on belt-buckles, shirts, and knives
Ain't that the off the wall shit you heard in your life

Probably heard his singin' Mr. Ripper's in your Area
your heart skip a beat as I'm nearin' you
I'm ya, askin', "Yo seed, who was me?"
At the same you break my classic CD
Run it to the phone callin' up
I had it up to with these damn rap neegers
They got my local boys sayin' that stuff
I wanna draft my plain for a million plush

I got a letter from the corporate the day
I open and read it, they said they was
Somethin' about we was confusion
Wanted me and my son to the name we was usin'
Had our associates nervous, soup, try to it
Got our investors actin' real shady to jerk us
Got Tek to break somethin'
I'm and stayed pumpin', say somethin'
I tell you why the frame even think nothin'

fell
Oh,
I

We gonna 'em all to hell

Hell
Oh,
I

We send 'em all to hell

So hesitant
Where a brother quest to
I sense no hinder, gender, intent
In fact, signed the last government contract
Yeah, umm
So where's your first world

Now on tour, hardcore
Come on at your door
Your revolver took down of '90's lords
Cut to that ad campaign, your gun
So they welcome your of a tribe called Cocoa