Luyện nghe bài hát P.l.o. Style

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

comes the ruckus the motherfucking ruckus
Thousands of cut and purse snatchin' fucks
from the brain I'll be givin you the pain anger
Comin' the thirty sixth chamber bang!
'Tical hittin' the Buddha fist style
Shotgun slammin' in chest 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 pull strings like B.B. on guitar
I'm the true fist of the star!

Ooh! a tangled web we weave
When first we practice to
Guns be clickin' runnin my clan we be stickin'
Whatever, my family stays together
Represent what I invent, hill
Resident, in peace 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 cover like an
Grab a nigga on the spot and put a nine to his
I can't get no satisfaction, won't be lastin'
Long, unless get protection, for real
Strong, comin with my clan so happenin'
Commercial rap, it with a passion

The got me drinkin O.E. all night in a M.P.V.
Just maxin' lookin for hoes, you know
Bitches know the hour it be time for action
P.L.O. peace to that nigga
Word up, let's take him to the bridge,

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