Luyện nghe bài hát Pronto

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

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

Gives the peace like Jimmy Snuka
And have ya bobbin like a Hunts Point hooker
I'm in like swimwear
Oh
No
And when I shoot my bows, you'd think my name was
Zunga zung, zunga zunga zeng (ZUNGA ZUNG, ZUNGA ZENG)
And my favorite jams Man by Wu-Tang
funkadelik cuz I grooves thats my nation
When I grabs the mic I the sennn-sation
the script like a angry actor shake or poke ya
I'll wet ya with my
Cuz when I my strong flow
I gotcha in the sleeper like Chief Jay

HEYYA, HEYYA, HO

the peice of steel to the one Chadio
And let me it
With a new few pile peices and bits
hits
Like here shit
So calm down
When I come
I'm not happy slappy, town with a frown
Get down, get down with the in your ear
And out the sound from here
To
If this don't work, get steep and deep
I'm runnin in the
And I'm playin for
For now I crack heads, but mistake me for a white rock
Keep my jail ceasar, instead of a nasty lock
get me fed
End up
Cuz I'm
you down is the route that I might go
And that
For all my enemies and my
Pronto,

Pronto, nigga gimme
All a could do for me is
Eat dick and drop her
Pronto, gimme yours
All a could do for me is
Eat and drop her drawers
Pronto, gimme yours
All a could do for me is
Eat dick and her drawers
Pronto, nigga gimme
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
with tha hoes 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
Honie in the room screamin roll bundi
Cuz when I da boots, the horror, the horror
I'm orphan annie, hon, see ya tomorrow,
Time to pick up Chad, Ha and ism, damn, oh no
I'm low
Go to willis and tell jamaican J
I'd gladly pay him 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 chad to the Y-O-G
We takin of this to Dr. Dre on Sister Dee
It's that yo (THAT YO)
Like yo (THAT YO)
And if you ask in your mouth, it's my fat ballz, yo
Crazy the ill shit's neccessary
To make you dance ya ass off Fred "Rerun" Berry
Very much a bug like Herbie
I got game, kerbie, kerbie

You got crazy and I got crazy gats
And we slam like a batterin ram (so step back)
It's the one and only, one
That leaves niggas
By the flip of a lip, by the
Of a
Couldn't less if the world blew up
But I blow up before it blows
flows
Of
make a difference
In my everyday
Causin me to go the long
But to a simple style and type format
As I stomp on comp just like a
type stuff's under lock and key (key)
Chad is a ruff as can be (be)
Now how can that be, well let's go figa
Ruffa son of sam with a slam trigga
Ruffa than a takin a liquor swigga
than the voice on that kid Lord Digga
So toodaloo, ta-ta,
This shit is type Pronto

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