Luyện nghe bài hát Pick-Cha

(Long the King)

yo picture God a perfect cut
or bein the motha fucka man without even
livin like im dead to the world with tickets yo and
my hair is in a so i can never have a curl
man its a bluebird on my shoulder can i it?
man wakin up the bacon toast and eggs up in the
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 flames in the
so it is paint a picture fuck up my desire
you said you want style ill you style with drug lord flava
i make a pimp yeah by shottin at his gatas
pickin up the n dimes like Jackal and Hide
the is waitin for me up at Mt. Zine
its primetime gon shine from the raw rhyme
picture a rollercoaster up in a boss
playboys have wings in the sky
silently cryin out man dont die
man to the thick of it all
man picture the
man tellin ya
but ya fall
sayin my like King James no pad adriatic
im paranoind but really panic
the life afta say its colder then the packers
all and the damn in the world is not a factor
man indeed
upin the game with a mouth ta
i make a 360 spin rollin the weed
the weed
roll the
long live the
we take a sertain to run an organizarion
man bustin a (?) patient
cooperation man seven years is hes fakin
now hes even more 'cause hes rollin wit da nation
now (?)
then i will like greedy Gretchin
man the confession of my priffesion
is Secession of illegal
up in a dot
my mexican girl she drank two
and she know the ayatolah
im movin through the
youd better hold me
im weed and im g'd and ready ta clown
i love ta see you
you know I it
to get it
to it
to it
to air it to yo town
im electical current
the reffereant
(??)
because its gonna hit the
man pitches the of me
picturin the
and all up here write the scriptures
it gets
'cause youre cursed
youre in a verse
sometimes it hurts but baby yeah you it works
long live the
live the king