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 me act like this
I'm wild hit 'em up project never plead the fifth
Regardless, to the charges, chickenheads be at court
Fightin' and slicin' other to see who lies at my fort

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I feel time, for me to let this sparkle in wine
Wet my throat the trenchcoat, flashin' to get mine
Not hesitant, the Henny keeps me bent
Just to make a cent, diggin' pockets down to the lint

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

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

I'm havin' suicidal thoughts I'm screwed up in the game
But today's thang, is to it down 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 rich and dangerous, livin' I won the lotto
So nuff of sex and dutches
Them kids who us is
GP rule, hundred seven hustlers
from D's when they 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 kill me", why I had the nine milli
I'm dead and not to injure
Remember I quote
you, enter my center

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