Luyện nghe bài hát Prelude To A Come Up

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

We's beez the three amigos, with nickel plates
Under the and we goes east coast, west coast, anybody killer
Soul Assassins the cash and smash
Who spits the glocks like uno and
Makin' your body disappear like a
One time's tryin' to gaffle me, me
to send me to the penitentiary

In the nighttime, niggaz are creepin' you sleepin'
And the beat, just on seepin' into the street
you peakin' I'm meetin' and greetin' the people 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
is real on the motherfuckin' Hill God
Shit is on the motherfuckin' Hill God
Shit is on the motherfuckin' Hill God
Shit is real on the Hill God