Luyện nghe bài hát Pronto

Mic 1 to get ready, hon
Peace to the rhythm blunt Cru guns
And give me funk that's wild and

And i'll get nastier Florida Evans doo-doo brownin

Gives the peace sign Jimmy Snuka
And ya head bobbin like a Hunts Point hooker
I'm in like swimwear
Oh
No
And when I shoot my bows, think my name was Riddick
Zunga zung, zunga zunga (ZUNGA ZUNG, ZUNGA ZUNGA ZENG)
And my favorite Method Man by Wu-Tang
Comin funkadelik cuz I grooves my nation
When I the mic I gets the sennn-sation
Flip the script like a angry shake or poke ya
I'll wet ya with my
Cuz when I display my flow
I gotcha in the sleeper like Jay Strongbow

HEYYA, HEYYA, HO

Pass the peice of steel to the one
And let me it
a new style few pile peices and bits
hits
Like here shit
So calm down
I come around
I'm not happy slappy, walkin with a frown
Get down, get with the rhythm in your ear
And peep out the sound from
To
If this work, things get steep and deep
I'm runnin in the
And I'm for keeps
For now I crack heads, but don't mistake me for a rock
Keep my jail ceasar, instead of a tight lock
get me fed
End up
Cuz I'm
Choppin you down is the route that I go
And that
For all my and my foes
Pronto,

Pronto, gimme yours
All a bitch do for me is
Eat and drop her drawers
Pronto, nigga gimme
All a bitch do for me is
Eat and drop her drawers
Pronto, gimme yours
All a could do for me is
Eat dick and drop her
Pronto, nigga yours
All a bitch do for me is
Eat dick and her drawers

In L.I.P
is how we be
Snappin
checks
And on the pussy
Neva with tha cuz the hoes is screamin rape
Buff my nut while I beep on my Khalid tapes
Done, now I'm walkin thru her in my undies
in the back room screamin roll bundi
Cuz I knock da boots, the horror, the horror
I'm orphan annie, hon, see ya tomorrow,
Time to up Chad, Ha and some ism, damn, oh no
I'm low
Go to willis avenue and tell J
I'd pay him tuesday for a bag of boom today
You got the boom, over
I'm behind the wheel, so the designated roller
Cha pass to chad pass to the
We takin part of to Dr. Dre on Sister Dee
like that yo (THAT YO)
Like yo (THAT YO)
And if you ask what's in your mouth, my fat ballz, yo
legit the ill shit's neccessary
To make you dance ya ass off Fred "Rerun" Berry
much a love bug like Herbie
I got crazy game, kerbie,

You got crazy game and I got crazy
And we slam a batterin ram (so brotha step back)
It's the one and only, one
That niggas strung
By the of a lip, by the flung
Of a
Couldn't care less if the world up
But I wanna up before it blows
flows
Of
Which a difference
In my existence
Causin me to go the distance
But to a simple style and type format
As I stomp on comp like a doormat
This type stuff's lock and key (key)
Chad is a ruff as can be (be)
Now how ruff can that be, let's go figa
than son of sam with a slam trigga
Ruffa than a criminal a liquor swigga
Ruffa than the voice on that kid Lord
So toodaloo, ta-ta,
here shit is type Pronto

Pronto, gimme yours
All a bitch do for me is
Eat and drop her drawers
Pronto, nigga gimme
All a could do for me is
Eat and drop her drawers
Pronto, nigga gimme
All a bitch do for me is
Eat dick and her drawers