Luyện nghe bài hát Pick-Cha

(Long the King)

yo picture God a perfect cut
or bein the motha fucka man even tryin
livin like im dead to the with tickets yo and refferals
my hair is in a so i can never have a curl
man its a on my shoulder can i kill it?
man wakin up the bacon and eggs up in the skillett
man can you it?
i cut you down a midget
and when you see me make you feel like a prision visit
im a (lizard?)

i want the in the fire
so there it is paint a fuck up my desire
you said you want style ill give you style drug lord flava
i make a pimp dance by shottin at his gatas
pickin up the nickles n dimes like and Hide
the bounty is for me up at Mt. Zine
its whos gon shine from the raw rhyme
picture a rollercoaster up in a boss
real playboys have in the sky
silently cryin out man dont die
man gettin to the of it all
man the brods
man tellin ya
but hopin ya
sayin my name like James no pad adriatic
im paranoind but really panic
the life afta they say its colder then the
all and the damn money in the world is not a
man true
upin the game a mouth ta feed
i make a 360 homie rollin the weed
the weed
roll the
long live the
we take a sertain to run an organizarion
man bustin a (?) patient
man seven years is what hes fakin
now hes more gangsta 'cause hes rollin wit da nation
now (?)
then i will like greedy Gretchin
man hear the confession of my
is Secession of illegal
up in a dot
my girl she drank two coronas
and she know the ayatolah
im movin the clouds
youd better me down
im weed and im g'd and ready ta clown
i ta see you drown
you know I it
to get it
to it
to it
to air mail it to yo
im like current
the playa
(??)
because its hit the furnace
man pitches the of me
the bitches
and all up sayin write the scriptures
it worse
'cause mentally cursed
livin in a verse
sometimes it hurts but baby yeah you know it
long the king
live the king