Luyện nghe bài hát Oh My Lord

Why niggaz clock me?
Like that called the Chachi
Don't they know I break motherfuckers into parts like
Part I, II, part III, niggaz can't fuck with me
My knock-kneed 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' representin for the nine-quint
Ras bad guy, burns the house like Left Eye

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

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

Life interceptor, collector
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 in like the senator

say, "Oh my Lord"

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

like Tropicana, orange, mango, peach
I strangle each negro for they
Niggaz get to bendin', got two cases, one
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 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 sentences get dealt
Money makes the world go round, shit
a job shit, niggaz want cribs, bricks and spliffs
All-wheel automobiles, control

For clay roads, rollin' dough, kickin' game
On the cell with bitches on hold, 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 world is
Niggaz frontin', feelin' gauge pellets
BIG is repellant, to all that, "He say, she say"
We play, Russian roulette, 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 some

say, "Oh my Lord"

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

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

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

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