Luyện nghe bài hát Oh My Lord

Why niggaz clock me?
Like that dance the Chachi
Don't they I break motherfuckers into parts like Rocky
Part I, II, part III, niggaz can't fuck with me
My style's knock-kneed crazy
(What?)

Who's that wild ass motherfucker wreck
Stickin' Jamaicans for sound outside discoteques
Klep the death specialist, Stallone and Stone shit
Stayin' high for the nine-quint
Ras bad guy, the house down like Left Eye

Why try mimic? MC's get broke speed limits
(Uhh)
Niggaz can't with my metaphors
Canin MC's like in Singapore Klep
Been through more wards than Humphrey
Put together catchin'

On the regular, got net, push me round and Dread
Stressin' a trick hoe, what the Dread know won't hurt
Robbin' his workers for work, now, whose turf is this?
Klep's, the clothes wreckers'

Life interceptor, pussy
Got bitch on my dick and I ain't even stressin' her
Check sex in her, my styles are regular
M.A.F.I.A. clique moves in like the senator

say, "Oh my Lord"

Throw to Guiliani
Flows tighter than Punani, try me, die G
Dangerous, since my bust me out
The tip of his dick, Biggie Smalls the wickedest shit
Spit clips, niggaz split bananas

like Tropicana, orange, mango, peach
I each negro for they dough
Niggaz get to bendin', got two cases, one
560 V-12 engine, spinnin'
In Mazda's, Tammy and Natasha

The around my waist
Like Ill and Al smokin' 50 sacks in the back of Ac's
cracked, so sit back relax
Yo Vec, crush the hash, the in the stash

say, "Oh my Lord"
say, "Oh my Lord"
say, "Oh my Lord"
say, "Oh my Lord"

What you with yourself? Stone heart's the way to wealth
thoughts make sentences get dealt
Money the world go round, robbin' shit
a job shit, niggaz want cribs, bricks and spliffs
All-wheel automobiles, control

For clay roads, rollin' with dough, game
On the cell with bitches on hold, how we roll
(Uhh)
Rhymes got tight as so to the bank I stroll
(Uhh)
Money on my mind, open lips from my
Reveal pupils shaped dollar signs

The is mine
Niggaz frontin', twelve gauge pellets
BIG is repellant, to all that, "He say, she say"
We play, roulette, fuck the threat

Your crew's vagina, you and your co-signer
Nigga, we rollin' in eight and a halfs, in the dash
Three G's in the stash, see we the cash
No coke, then get some

say, "Oh my Lord"

Niggaz know 'bout my game
They don't know how it is
bitches in GS 300 Lexuses
And the sex is for sports

Passports for drug transports to remote
with Donna Karan, "Catwoman" suits, matchin' figure boots
Haircut cute, on tops and garters prostitutes
My explicit
Got bitches they own condoms on the first visit

If bring big bowls of beef
Backin' niggaz down, burners bring bundles of belief
thief, slash drug chief, syndicated
Went 10 K to 24 K and motherfuckers hate it
J.M. sedated,
(Uhh)

B.I.G for President, buckin' past the spleen
9 dream, Mac 11 nightmares
Electric chairs, which MC's do you
Big Poppa, Junior M.A.F.I.A., nuff
Niggaz just are dead