Luyện nghe bài hát Samurai

Cadillac gold grills in my mother mouth
Cocaine, gold chain rests on my
All them niggas that be hatin' better watch they say
I heat 'em up, beat 'em up I'm Clay
Mountain Climbing's the rhyming, I [work](undefined) to the tippy-top
Me, my notepad, Mary Jane, pot
Ticks the clock, so it means I don't get to stop
I be in the studio pacing, waiting for this to drop
Niggas whether we flop Divac
Flock to take me a boombox, every 2 knocks
I see you ya chops, chop it up and get chopped
Bag 'em up, he off the
I'm at the beach
Bitch I'm at the beach, (oh) bitch I'm at the
With a childish flow, that this shit is at your reach
I'm here to it g
, the eyes (I's) how I see
You're here to be a on my d
I no ID for you to recognize
I my thought,
got you petrified, I'm next to die
me invisible,
and also one mentally fucked
(A bunch of coughing and blunts, passing the weed around)
Why the fuck got these gotta hate for?
I got a lot of they can't pay for
Cooler than the
the lakeshore
You niggas take six, I'mma take more
I'm like a dick, I go hard,
and I get up in bitch and boguard
Niggas riding waves the chauffeur
I'mma drown your ass and take surfboard (PUSSY!)
My shit stink, no cushion
Goldberg I beat the Goldberg
Dusting off my shoulders and keep it forward
sat and playing Madden on the couch, bored
Slower, you fuckers goin' nowhere
Except for Grandma to the store
the television on and check the score
And trail like a on a fucking horse