Luyện nghe bài hát Shaolin Style

Yeah,
Where my peoples at?
Stapleton, the craziest, know what time it is
Wild wild
Now born, Hill, poor to the rich man
Jungle Nilz, get money y'all

It be the Scotch and Henessee make me act like this
I'm hit 'em up project style never plead the fifth
Regardless, to the charges, chickenheads will be at
Fightin' and slicin' each other to see who at my fort

Who thought, little Shy Big Willie?
Ninety six we rollin' dutches, nine tray it was
First of the month be Christmas to dealers
Hundred dollar come through the school zone area

at play keep the heat on the low
Little kids hit, projects flooded with po'
Now rockin', Versace and Donna Karan
Playin' the Miss Mob Queen knowin' hon the cousin Sharon

I the glamorous life, girl
And go from limos to Dom Perignon, rich

Wild, the Style is all in me
Child, the whole isle is callin' me
Man

Wild, the Style is all in me
Child, the whole isle is callin' me
Man

Wild, the Shaolin is all in me
Child, the damn isle is callin' me
Man

Wild, the Shaolin is all in me
Child, the whole damn is callin' me
Man

Facin' two five to life activated
Stressed behind a with no way to escape it
Holdin' on, true to ock tryin' to appeal
Be landed without a bail so let the reveal

I feel it's time, for me to let this sparkle in
Wet my throat rockin' the trenchcoat, to get mine
Not hesitant, 'cuz the keeps me bent
Just tryin' to make a cent, diggin' pockets down to the

Regardless of all the the D's want me for
after warrant, so I avoid the law
Stapleton on the rise, twenty seven wearin'
From day one until they don't take it as no surprise

Wild, the Style is all in me
Child, the whole damn is callin' me
Man

I'm havin' suicidal thoughts I'm screwed up in the game
But today's thang, is to hold it and maintain
I got thirty days until I get for this gun charge
Still I'm livin' large, joint hard up in the and
Long sexin', for pre model

I'm young black rich and dangerous, like I won the lotto
So of wine sex and dutches
Them know who us is
GP rule, twenty seven hustlers
Runnin' from D's when try to bust us

Fly crims and gats, mainly black cops, fagots love us
And my district attorneys wanna me to jail
I em, "People wanna kill me", that's why I had the nine milli
I'm bustin' dead and not to
Remember I quote
Before you, my center

Wild, the Shaolin is all in me
Child, the whole damn is callin' me
Man