Luyện nghe bài hát Rugged Terrain

[twanie
me shout out, sometime me gon' long
When me big up me chest, call me one
Me be represent me click, like me me gun
boy, test me, me chop off ya arm
If you weak for the gun, it, collection
Mommy do this long time like a barn
Like screech and pac man or james
top dog, or louieville don
So sit back and watch and perfection
Me used to be young, bout know me
Me spit lyrics just like the twister
So we go, galley wit the one twanie
Pick up shoes and rub them for me
Lift up them anger, put on it
Gimme ya number, girl, before leave
I'm not sure anymore, whose knockin at my

[top dog big
Is it a mom p, who hawaiian pie, me
Hit the girl, and I deal wit twenty
Oversize, I put my car in
'cause life is a lot of rules wit of signs
I want on the dance floor, love the dance hall
My nigga twanie ranks'll make ya fall
call, for the session
I think that nigga's the impression
That I may accord to the mp, for some weed
He told me to pick up some more call-eed

ranks]
The of the true, live trife up ya life up wit
True, I live
We are the one cough up ya sack
Cop the steele, I out the tek
one, come out turn the mic down
Gimme money, I lick a pound,
Talkin politickin, I for convincin
Take a hundred out me pocket, now put me pen
For are me red, for are me smoke and dred
Me leaf's a now, and leave ya light convent

[chorus: cocoa
We are the wickedest, wickedest, in town
Wickedest, wickedest, mon we don't
Wickedest, wickedest, how we do
We are the wickedest, wickedest, duo

dog big kahuna]
When jah rocks the party, 'em your shorty
I got shorties on and they don't wanna hurt nobody
Worldwide, you the chance to decide
If the to be is on my muthafuckin side
I let it slide, to a whole of disorder
Give you order, put ass under water
Despite, we know God don't like
But is it ugly, nature becomes of me

ranks]
After the party, my target
Me two, gather, me don't know which one to hit
So sexy, girl in the air
When will ya come, will ya come out wit a
Push up ya face and up ya feet
And will they come, I'm comin and creepin
Irie, you my collar irie, when I gotta to a nation
Give the people the people want
me now, watch me now, watch me now
'cause me at them head, lickin at they back
the girl locked down just like two partner
Action, ready for
up ya leave, put down ya turban
Call me a bad man, and me no carbon
A long me ban, I live in the brooklyn

dog big kahuna]
A what do dem, a do dem dem dem, a who a dem, a who a dem dem dem
You didn't know-oh, I thought I told you
I be the from o.g.c., runnin things wit twanie, touch me
That's why your skin out be burn, you must
While we dub ya in the urn