Luyện nghe bài hát Prelude To A Come Up

Geeyeah, Assassins two times, stick 'em
Geeyeah, Cypress three times, come on

Infiltration be our daily operation for
Cross the seven eased, clockin' much conversation
Penetration, you know we busy, no hesitation
Greenery, hand-picked, my own plantation
the heat, under the sombrero
To any that's tryin' to, stop the dineros
Chills with, senoritas, Charro
Get drunk off lay low till tomorrow

Follow, my flow, get the and go
Call my B-Rizzy in Mexico City
Loose sink ships, faker faces got guilt
mean to call you late, I need a hideout till
Cool, homey, I'll bring fuckin' skunk
The homey smuggle me across in a trunk
Just like a bird I'm in a land
With no fuckin' treaty, I'm out, geyeah

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

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

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

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

We's beez the amigos, skates with nickel plates
the seat and we goes east coast, west coast, anybody killer
Soul Assassins gets the cash and
Who spits the like uno and dos?
Makin' your disappear like a ghost
One time's tryin' to gaffle me, me
Tryin' to send me to the

In the nighttime, niggaz are creepin' you fuckin'
And the beat, just on seepin' into the street
While you peakin' I'm meetin' and greetin' the speakin'
And leadin' the motherfuckers who's to catch, ruckus
Meaning you no luckers overdub us, nut hug us
You love us, you stop, these mad audio hustlers

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