Luyện nghe bài hát Shaolin Style

Yeah,
Where my Shaolin at?
Stapleton, the craziest, y'all what time it is
wild West
Now born, Killa Hill, poor to the man
Jungle Nilz, get money y'all

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

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

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

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

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

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

Facin' two five to life incarcerated
Stressed behind a cell with no way to it
Holdin' on, true to ock tryin' to appeal
Be landed without a 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 Henny keeps me
Just tryin' to a cent, diggin' pockets down to the lint

Regardless of all the charges the D's me for
Warrant after warrant, so I the law
Stapleton on the rise, seven wearin' lives
day one until they none 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 'cause I'm up in the game
But today's thang, is to hold it and maintain
I got thirty days I get remanded for this gun charge
Still I'm livin' large, joint up in the mode and
Long sexin', fishin' for pre

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

Fly crims and gats, mainly black cops, them fagots us
And my district attorneys wanna send me to
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 isle is callin' me
Man