Luyện nghe bài hát P.l.o. Style

P.L.O. style Buddha monks the owls
P.L.O. style Buddha monks the owls
P.L.O. style Buddha with the owls
P.L.O.

Here comes the the motherfucking ruckus
Thousands of cut throats and purse fucks
Straight from the I'll be givin you the pain anger
from the thirty sixth chamber bang!
'Tical hittin' with the fist style
slammin' in your chest piece, plow!
Brain, is all over the terrain
a man without no arms you can't hang
Time for a change of the
You've been for lyric fraud now you hard
For real, it, I pull strings like B.B. king on guitar
I'm the fist of the north star!

Ooh! What a web we weave
When we practice to deceive
Guns be clickin' with my clan we be stickin'
Whatever, my street stays together
Represent what I invent, hill
Resident, rest in to my nigga Two Cent
The street is the only life I know

I live by the code it's mad P.L.O.
thoughts and cover like an Arabian
Grab a nigga on the and put a nine to his cranium
I can't get no satisfaction, niggas be lastin'
Long, unless they get protection, for
Strong, comin with my so what's happenin'
rap, hate it with a passion

The M-E-T-H-O-D got me drinkin O.E. all in a M.P.V.
Just maxin' lookin for hoes, you relaxing
know the hour it be time for some action
P.L.O. peace to that nigga
Word up, let's him to the bridge, Verrazano

P.L.O. style Buddha monks the owls
P.L.O. style Buddha monks the owls
P.L.O. style Buddha monks the owls
P.L.O.