Luyện nghe bài hát Oh My Lord

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

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

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

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

Life interceptor, collector
Got your bitch on my and I ain't even stressin' her
Check enough sex in her, my styles are
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 daddy me out
The tip of his dick, Biggie Smalls with the wickedest
Spit clips, split like bananas

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

say, "Oh my Lord"

Niggaz don't 'bout 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
with Donna Karan, "Catwoman" suits, matchin' figure boots
Haircut cute, on tops and garters prostitutes
My explicit
Got bitches bringin' they own condoms on the visit

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

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