Luyện nghe bài hát Oh My Lord

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

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

Why try MC's get broke like speed limits
(Uhh)
Niggaz fuck with my metaphors
Canin MC's they in Singapore Klep
Been through more wards than Shore
Put together catchin'

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

Life interceptor, collector
Got your bitch on my and I ain't even stressin' her
Check enough sex in her, my are regular
Junior M.A.F.I.A. moves in like the senator

say, "Oh my Lord"

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

like Tropicana, orange, mango, peach
I strangle each negro for they
get to bendin', got two cases, one pendin'
560 engine, women spinnin'
In Mazda's, Tammy and Natasha

The menage-a-trois around my
Ill and Al Skratch smokin' 50 sacks in the back of Ac's
Windows cracked, so sit relax
Yo Vec, the hash, the Beretta's in the stash

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

What you doin' yourself? Stone heart's the way to wealth
Indecisive thoughts make get dealt
Money makes the world go round, robbin'
Fuck a job shit, want cribs, bricks and spliffs
All-wheel automobiles, traction

For clay roads, rollin' dough, kickin' game
On the with bitches on hold, that's how we roll
(Uhh)
Rhymes got tight as hell so to the I stroll
(Uhh)
on my mind, open lips from my eyes
Reveal shaped like dollar signs

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

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

say, "Oh my Lord"

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

Passports for transports to remote resorts
Bitches Donna Karan, "Catwoman" suits, matchin' figure boots
cute, on tops and garters like prostitutes
My explicit
Got bitches bringin' they own condoms on the visit

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

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