Luyện nghe bài hát Samurai

Cadillac gold in my mother fuckin' mouth
Cocaine, gold chain rests on my
All them niggas that be hatin' better what they say
I heat 'em up, beat 'em up I'm Clay
Climbing's about the rhyming, I [work](undefined) to the tippy-top
Me, my notepad, Mary Jane, pot
Ticks from the clock, so it means I get to stop
I be in the studio pacing, for this shit to drop
Niggas whether we flop Divac
Flock to take me a boombox, every fucking 2
I see you running ya chops, chop it up and get
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, means 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 need no ID for you to
I my thought,
got you petrified, I'm next to die
me invisible,
and one mentally fucked individual
(A bunch of coughing and blunts, passing the weed around)
Why the fuck got these niggas gotta for?
I got a lot of shit can't pay for
Cooler than the
the lakeshore
You niggas take six, well take more
I'm like a dick, I go hard,
and I get up in your bitch and
Niggas riding without the chauffeur
I'mma your ass and take your surfboard (PUSSY!)
My stink, no cushion Whoopie
Goldberg I beat the track
Dusting off my shoulders and keep it moving
Nigga sat and playing Madden on the couch,
Slower, you mother fuckers nowhere
for taking Grandma to the store
Turn the television on and the score
And like a tail on a fucking horse