Luyện nghe bài hát Silver Rings

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

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

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

Duh, duh, duh, duh, duh, duh, duh
Duh, duh, duh, duh, duh, duh
You bitch ass

By any on, Ron O'Neal lean on
Freestyle, you want it from Ghost? Then C.R.E.A.M. on
up, smelling like Fahrenheit with jeans on
Knock the rice out a wedding, come and get bling on

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

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

loafers, 'Lo scarves, my little grandson want
The 20-10 Mercedes-Benz go
So he can out the lollipop keys on 'em
His push the Bugatti drop V on 'em

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