Luyện nghe bài hát Prelude To A Come Up

Geeyeah, Soul Assassins two times, 'em
Geeyeah, Hill three times, come on

Infiltration be our daily for chasin'
Cross the seven seas eased, much conversation
Penetration, you we gets busy, no hesitation
Greenery, hand-picked, my own plantation
Feels the heat, under the
To any amigo that's to, stop the dineros
Chills with, senoritas, like
Get off tequila lay low till tomorrow

Follow, my flow, get the and go
Call my homey B-Rizzy in Mexico
Loose sink ships, faker faces got guilt
Didn't mean to call you late, I need a till
Cool, homey, I'll bring some fuckin'
The homey smuggle me lines in a trunk
like a bird I'm free in a land
With no fuckin' extradition treaty, I'm out,

Shit is real on the Hill God
Shit is on the motherfuckin' Hill God
With the from off the Hill

B-Really the Phillie now can you feel me from the
Soul Assassin committee, the shitty niggaz never me
You silly bitches never respect, money
You funny or broke, it's a joke, your nose is runny
Got my man, Mr. Rocho kickin' the vocals
From the Eastside, where loco sellin' the poco

From the two G's, the leaves of cheese, makin' the bacon
You hear it got your hands ready for the takin'
the pigs, raiding my crib, I'm mad lib
And I live and I'm givin' the message droppin' the lesson
Flippin' shit, and I'm keepin' 'em guessin' they all
Hit the lullaby, no confession, we in

Shit is real on the motherfuckin' God
Shit is real on the Hill God
Shit is on the motherfuckin' Hill God
Shit is real on the motherfuckin' God
With the from off the Hill

We's beez the amigos, skates with nickel plates
Under the seat and we goes coast, west coast, anybody killer
Soul gets the cash and smash
Who spits the glocks uno and dos?
your body disappear like a ghost
One time's to gaffle me, harassin' me
Tryin' to me to the penitentiary

In the nighttime, niggaz are creepin' you fuckin'
And the beat, just on seepin' into the street
While you peakin' I'm meetin' and the people speakin'
And the motherfuckers who's seekin' to catch, ruckus
Meaning you no luckers overdub us, nut hug us
You love us, you can't stop, these mad hustlers

Shit is real on the Hill God
Shit is on the motherfuckin' Hill God
Shit is real on the motherfuckin' God
Shit is on the motherfuckin' Hill God
Shit is real on the motherfuckin' God