Luyện nghe bài hát Silver Rings

Aiyo, Indian head, jury, out in with the wrists of fury
Spanking bracelet, rocking Asics, trick bandit, Ghost is granite
At the U.S. Open with my len, slapping up fifty scramblers
Niggas the II was classic

A lot of is in the game, yo but your shit is the only 'lastic
C.R.E.A.M. rap, flow, combination with Swahilian dough
Guaranteed we dose that, in the like pizzas

All I is reefer and street stuff
Stay fly, moving in fleece,
Traveling the continents confidence
Cuban III coming, don't know when but the time is running

Duh, duh, duh, duh, duh, duh, duh
Duh, duh, duh, duh, duh, duh
You ass niggas

By any means on, Ron lean on
Freestyle, you want it Ghost? Then throw C.R.E.A.M. on
Suited up, smelling like Fahrenheit jeans on
Knock the rice out a wedding, and get your bling on

Next winter we in Allah cabins, small baggage, more
Central Park killas, that equals stabbings
You the papers, more horrors like Amityville
kills, you like lint on a raggety silk

We rock bulls, rock jewels, you heard the
Blow up beds in a fifty swimming pool
Jumping out of for dough, Gucci parachutes
Raheem written across is the attribute

Suede loafers, 'Lo scarves, my grandson want
The 20-10 Mercedes-Benz go
So he can pull out the lollipop on 'em
His pops'll push the Bugatti V on 'em

on 'em, Rap Playoffs got a three-nothing lead on 'em
Sparking MC's like we quoting our on 'em