Luyện nghe bài hát Re-Birth

Aiyyo God, yo, me at
The Denice concert tonight man
Everybody there, Stacy
Marie, everybody man

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

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

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

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

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

And of course don't make him your man
Because palm 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 that ain't you for fronting, who's the nicest?
(Nuff talking, something)

Yo, we hard hit just like Comacho and

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

Yo, it's like, "Poitier and Bill Cosby"
do it again,' a beautiful 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 back it, we grabbed it
But it, just let 'em have it

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

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

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

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

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

Like, and Hearns
Sorta Poitier and Bill
Let's do it again,