Luyện nghe bài hát Pronto

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

And get nastier than Florida Evans doo-doo brownin

Gives the peace sign like Jimmy
And have ya head bobbin like a Point hooker
I'm in there swimwear
Oh
No
And when I shoot my bows, you'd my name was Riddick
zung, zunga zunga zeng (ZUNGA ZUNG, ZUNGA ZUNGA ZENG)
And my favorite Method Man by Wu-Tang
Comin funkadelik cuz I thats my nation
When I grabs the mic I the sennn-sation
Flip the script like a angry shake or poke ya
I'll wet ya my supa-soaka
Cuz when I display my strong
I gotcha in the sleeper like Jay Strongbow

HEYYA, HEYYA, HO

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

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

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

You got crazy game and I got crazy
And we like a batterin ram (so brotha step back)
It's the one and only, one
That leaves strung
By the of a lip, by the flung
Of a
care less if the world blew up
But I blow up before it blows
flows
Of
Which make a
In my existence
Causin me to go the distance
But back to a simple style and type
As I stomp on comp like a doormat
This type stuff's under and key (key)
Chad is a as ruff can be (be)
Now how ruff can that be, well let's go
Ruffa than son of sam with a slam
Ruffa than a criminal takin a swigga
than the voice on that kid Lord Digga
So toodaloo, ta-ta,
This here shit is type

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