Luyện nghe bài hát Oh My Lord

Why niggaz wanna me?
Like that dance called the
Don't they know I break into parts like Rocky
Part I, part II, part III, niggaz can't 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 house down Left Eye

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

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

Life interceptor, collector
Got your bitch on my dick and I even stressin' her
Check 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 bust me out
The tip of his dick, Smalls with the wickedest shit
Spit clips, split like bananas

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

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

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

whole crew's vagina, you and your 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, get some more

say, "Oh my Lord"

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

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

If Biggie bring big of beef
Backin' bitch niggaz down, 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, shots past the spleen
9 millimeter dream, Mac 11
Electric chairs, which do you fear?
Big Poppa, Junior M.A.F.I.A., nuff
Niggaz just are dead