Luyện nghe bài hát Shaolin Style

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I feel it's time, for me to let this in wine
Wet my throat the trenchcoat, flashin' to get mine
Not hesitant, 'cuz the Henny keeps me
Just tryin' to make a cent, diggin' 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
From day one until they none take it as no surprise

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

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

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

Fly crims and gats, mainly black cops, them fagots 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' and not to injure
Remember what I
Before you, my center

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