Luyện nghe bài hát Samurai

Cadillac gold grills in my mother fuckin'
Cocaine, gold chain rests on my
All them niggas that be hatin' better what they say
I heat 'em up, 'em up I'm Cassius Clay
Mountain Climbing's about the rhyming, I [work](undefined) to the
Me, my notepad, Mary Jane, pot
Ticks from the clock, so it means I don't get to
I be in the studio pacing, waiting for this shit to
Niggas wish we flop Divac
Flock to take me a boombox, every 2 knocks
I see you running ya chops, 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 means shit is at your reach
I'm to keep it g
, from the (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, bitch I'm to die
me invisible,
and also one mentally individual
(A bunch of and trading blunts, passing the weed around)
Why the fuck got these niggas gotta for?
I got a lot of they can't pay for
Cooler the beach
fuck the
You niggas take six, well I'mma more
I'm like a dick, I go hard,
and I get up in your bitch and
Niggas riding waves without the
I'mma drown your ass and take surfboard (PUSSY!)
My stink, no cushion Whoopie
Goldberg I beat the Goldberg
Dusting off my shoulders and keep it moving
Nigga sat and Madden on the couch, bored
Slower, you mother fuckers goin'
Except for Grandma to the store
Turn the television on and the score
And trail like a tail on a fucking