Luyện nghe bài hát Shaolin Style

Yeah,
Where my peoples at?
Stapleton, the craziest, y'all know what it is
wild West
Now born, Killa Hill, to the rich man
Nilz, let's get money y'all

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

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

at play keep the heat on the low
Little kids gettin' hit, projects flooded po'
Now shorty's rockin', and Donna Karan
Playin' the Miss Mob Queen role hon the cousin Sharon

I live the glamorous life,
And go limos to Dom Perignon, rich hotels

Wild, the Shaolin is all in me
Child, the whole damn isle is 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 whole 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
behind a cell with no way to escape it
Holdin' on, true to ock tryin' to appeal
Be landed a bail so let the commissary reveal

I it's time, for me to let this sparkle in wine
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 charges the D's me for
Warrant after warrant, so I the law
Stapleton on the rise, seven wearin' lives
From day one until they none don't it as no surprise

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

I'm havin' suicidal thoughts 'cause I'm up in the game
But thang, is to hold it down and maintain
I got days until 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 black rich and dangerous, livin' 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, black cops, them fagots love us
And my district wanna send 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 what I
you, enter my center

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