Luyện nghe bài hát Silver Rings

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

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

All I know is and street stuff
Stay fly, moving in fleece,
Traveling the continents with
Cuban Linx III coming, know when but the time is running

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

By any means on, Ron O'Neal on
Freestyle, you want it from Ghost? 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

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

We rock bulls, rock jewels, you the interludes
Blow up beds in a fifty yard swimming
Jumping out of planes for dough, parachutes
Abdul Raheem written across is the

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

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