Luyện nghe bài hát Oh My Lord

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

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

Why try mimic? MC's get broke speed limits
(Uhh)
can't fuck with my metaphors
Canin MC's like they in Singapore
Been more wards than Humphrey Shore
Put together leathers

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

Life interceptor, collector
Got your bitch on my dick and I even stressin' her
enough sex in her, my styles are regular
Junior M.A.F.I.A. clique moves in like the

say, "Oh my Lord"

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

Flavour like Tropicana, orange, mango,
I strangle each for they dough
Niggaz get to bendin', got two cases, one
560 V-12 engine, spinnin'
In 9-2-9 Mazda's, and Natasha

The menage-a-trois my waist
Ill and Al Skratch smokin' 50 sacks in the back of Ac's
Windows cracked, so sit back
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' with yourself? Stone the way to wealth
Indecisive make sentences get dealt
Money makes the world go round, robbin'
Fuck a job shit, want cribs, bricks and spliffs
All-wheel automobiles, control

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

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

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

say, "Oh my Lord"

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

Passports for drug transports to resorts
Bitches with Donna Karan, "Catwoman" suits, matchin' figure
cute, on tops and garters like prostitutes
My lyrics
Got bitches bringin' they own condoms on the first

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

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