Luyện nghe bài hát Pronto

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

And get nastier than Florida Evans doo-doo brownin

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

HEYYA, HEYYA, HO

Pass the peice of steel to the one
And let me it
With a new style few pile and bits
hits
Like here shit
So calm clown
I come around
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 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 white
Keep my jail ceasar, of a nasty tight lock
get me fed
End up
Cuz I'm
Choppin you down is the route I might go
And goes
For all my and my foes
Pronto,

Pronto, gimme 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
Pronto, nigga gimme
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 drop her

In L.I.P
is how we be
Snappin
checks
And on the pussy
Neva with tha hoes cuz the hoes is rape
Buff my nut while I beep on my Khalid tapes
Done, now I'm walkin thru her crib in my
in the back room screamin roll bundi
Cuz when I knock da boots, the horror, the
I'm annie, hon, see ya tomorrow, tomorrow
to pick up Chad, Ha and some ism, damn, oh no
I'm low
Go to willis avenue and jamaican J
I'd gladly pay him tuesday for a bag of today
You got the boom, it's
I'm behind the wheel, so Cha's the designated
Cha pass to pass to the Y-O-G
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 mouth, it's my fat ballz, yo
Crazy the ill shit's neccessary
To make you ya ass off like Fred "Rerun" Berry
Very much a love bug like
I got crazy game, kerbie,

You got game and I got crazy gats
And we like 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 blow up before it
flows
Of
Which make a
In my existence
Causin me to go the long
But back to a style and type format
As I stomp on comp just a doormat
This type under lock and key (key)
Chad is a as ruff can be (be)
Now how can that be, well let's go figa
Ruffa than son of sam with a trigga
Ruffa than a takin a liquor swigga
Ruffa than the voice on kid Lord Digga
So toodaloo, ta-ta,
This shit is type Pronto

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