Luyện nghe bài hát Re-Birth

Aiyyo God, yo, me at
The Denice Williams concert man
Everybody there, Lattisaw
Marie, everybody man

Yeah, yeah, no
I'ma one of my baddest stallions man
You do the aight?
You know how we baby, listen

I'm at a car wash now
But I'ma hit you as soon as I'm over there
Right in right?
(Yeah)
Okay, got you

Son who laced you the ill haircut?
Lenny, he blessed me with the sharp
That nigga's paid, he make a pretty
Fo'sho, you hurt 'em the new Prada's
(True)

Check mines royal blue
My shits is baby blue, they powder
(Yo' is hotter)
You hotter with them on
you James Bond and you stay low
You my style, babe, bro
(Yeah, dough)

Manicure, facial, glow
it if you say so; I keep you PI
That's how we break
We throwing ivory across the concrete

And of that don't make him your man
Because y'all weed
We had bumping la, di, da, di
(Word?)
Shotties was blasting, jumping into everybody
never got me

Was cool all the park shooters, sparking bazookas
Sharpen tutors, cause we don't pardon the snoozers
Yo son, I change my life for nothing
And ain't like you for fronting, who's the nicest?
(Nuff talking, something)

Yo, we hard hit just Comacho and Vargas

Who's the target? Now watch how we close the
We hard hit, just like Hagler and Hearns
Add the math, be concerned, if beef you burn

Yo, it's like, "Poitier and Bill Cosby"
Let's do it again,' a blend, let's do it to win
My nigga, my nigga, my niggaz, my
My niggaz, my niggaz, uhh

What's mathematics?
We had it, we let 'em hold it, we sold it
We it, we could grabbed it
But fuck it, let 'em have it

Humduallah, u Akbar, God is the greatest
Mars, we carving the faces
You catch us in a car without the bangers
Believe, I touched a couple of stars and entertainers

Indeed, one in particular, almost to name her
(Ha, ha)
I was there when you first up and started to game her
Been a long journey, certain shit just concern me
ain't hurting shit, we flip, they hire attorneys

Yo, I'ma custom 'til I'm old gray and rusting
Reminiscing the number of chickens that claim we 'em
Bet badda hoes than them other funky rappers chose
I'm to wife a chick, light a spliff
(Okay)

This might be like another part to a bitch
Write yo' lips, who's as this?
We righteousness, no mic
It's murderous, the right to flip

Yo, we hard hit like Comacho and Vargas
Yo, we hard hit just Comacho and Vargas

Like, Spinks and
Poitier and Bill Cosby
Let's do it again,