Luyện nghe bài hát P.l.o. Style

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

Here comes the ruckus the ruckus
Thousands of cut throats and snatchin' fucks
Straight the brain I'll be givin you the pain anger
Comin' from the thirty chamber bang!
'Tical hittin' the Buddha fist style
Shotgun slammin' in your piece, plow!
Brain, is blown all the terrain
Like a man without no arms you can't
for a change of the guard
You've been for lyric fraud now you hard
For real, check it, I pull strings B.B. king on guitar
I'm the fist of the north star!

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

I live by the style it's mad P.L.O.
Iranian and cover like an Arabian
Grab a nigga on the spot and put a nine to his
I can't get no satisfaction, won't be lastin'
Long, they get protection, for real
Strong, with my clan so what's happenin'
rap, hate it with a passion

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

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