Luyện nghe bài hát Oh My Lord

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

Who's wild ass motherfucker catchin' wreck
Jamaicans for sound sets outside discoteques
It's Klep the death specialist, and Stone shit
Stayin' high representin for the
Ras bad guy, burns the house down Left Eye

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

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 work, now, whose turf is this?
It's Klep's, the wreckers'

Life interceptor, pussy
Got your on my dick and I ain't 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 to Guiliani
Flows tighter than Punani, try me, die G
Dangerous, since my bust me out
The tip of his dick, Smalls with the wickedest shit
Spit clips, niggaz split like

Flavour Tropicana, orange, mango, peach
I strangle each negro for dough
Niggaz get to bendin', got two cases, one
560 V-12 engine, women
In 9-2-9 Mazda's, Tammy and

The menage-a-trois my waist
Like Ill and Al Skratch smokin' 50 sacks in the of Ac's
Windows cracked, so sit back
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
Indecisive thoughts make get dealt
makes the world go round, robbin' shit
Fuck a job shit, niggaz cribs, bricks and spliffs
automobiles, traction control

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

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

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

say, "Oh my Lord"

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

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

If Biggie bring big of beef
Backin' bitch niggaz down, burners bring of belief
Common thief, slash chief, syndicated
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, MC's do you fear?
Big Poppa, Junior M.A.F.I.A., nuff
disrespect just are dead