Luyện nghe bài hát Shaolin Style

Yeah,
my Shaolin peoples at?
Stapleton, the craziest, y'all what time it is
Wild wild
Now born, Killa Hill, to the rich man
Jungle Nilz, let's get y'all

It be the Scotch and Henessee make me act like this
I'm wild hit 'em up 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 dutches, nine tray it was Phillies
First of the month be like Christmas to
Hundred dollar seals come the school zone area

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

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

Facin' two five to incarcerated activated
Stressed behind a cell no way to escape it
Holdin' on, true to ock steel to appeal
Be landed a bail so let the commissary reveal

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

of all the charges the D's want me for
Warrant warrant, so I avoid the law
Stapleton on the rise, seven wearin' lives
From day one until they none take it as no surprise

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

I'm havin' thoughts 'cause I'm screwed up in the game
But today's thang, is to hold it down and
I got thirty days I get remanded for this gun charge
I'm livin' large, joint hard up in the mode and
Long sexin', fishin' for pre

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

Fly crims and gats, mainly black cops, them fagots us
And my attorneys wanna send me to jail
I told em, "People wanna me", that's why I had the nine milli
I'm bustin' dead and not to
Remember what I
you, enter my center

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