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.

comes the ruckus the motherfucking ruckus
Thousands of cut and purse snatchin' fucks
Straight from the brain be givin you the pain anger
Comin' the thirty sixth chamber bang!
hittin' with the Buddha fist style
Shotgun slammin' in your piece, plow!
Brain, is blown all the terrain
Like a man no arms you can't hang
for a change of the guard
You've been for lyric fraud now you hard
For real, check it, I strings like B.B. king on guitar
I'm the true fist of the star!

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

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

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 know the hour it be time for action
P.L.O. to that nigga Barryano
up, let's take him to the bridge, Verrazano

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