Luyện nghe bài hát Off The Wall

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Hell
Oh,
I

We gonna send 'em all to

Hell
Oh,
I

We send 'em all to hell

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

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