Luyện nghe bài hát P.l.o. Style

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

Here the ruckus the motherfucking ruckus
Thousands of cut and purse snatchin' fucks
from the brain I'll be givin you the pain anger
Comin' from the thirty sixth bang!
'Tical hittin' with the Buddha style
Shotgun in your chest piece, plow!
Brain, is all over the terrain
Like a man without no arms you hang
Time for a of the guard
been arrested for lyric fraud now you hard
For real, it, I pull strings like B.B. king on guitar
I'm the true fist of the star!

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

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

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

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