Luyện nghe bài hát Somebody Told Me

Somebody told me this rap shit was fun
You get to smoke weed and big guns
Stand on stage rockin your timbs wit sons
That's bullshit, yo I'm out to get these

Verse one: 8-off

Yo, yo, told me that threw a hotter joint dies
Could he see it? epmd, aguilar,
was stuck on diggy before biggie and nas
Test guy in the source, even thought about "best buys"
My 12-bar count dracula wit spectacular
Sippin out of coke and he's drinkin CHERRY terror * and chrome

Challenge any woman, balls nothing, the hardest
Racoons rap with your soloists artist
Puttin it down on the day 9000, that's a cell stories to tell
Off those cells we're well
In the '9-8-off, country club off
you're way off, check all systems, it's time we take off

(x2)

Verse two:

Guns with clips, two rolexes to master whips
A .45 under my
Another one in the compartment
Money shit, brand new shoes on spank shit
Tek 9's, after parties with mad
Bitches twist the vine, I'm high and the moon's
out to get mines, on a regular
On the south, took the dreaded predator's pirate treasure
In the crib I bought the leather, plus a movie
So my can play sega plus *? the gods in vegas? *
An ounce of in every type of flavor
Bank wit fat paper, a major player cos....

Verse das efx

Higgity-hardcore, rats keep it raw
Beach houses and more, puffin weed on
Pliggity-plush carpets floors, on bus tours
.44's, diggity-diamonds on paws
All my slick cats the laws, higgity-hide records in stores
Hit squad, world tour
Kiggity-cameras on doors, signin autographs
After, AND , where? , in corridors
Figgity-fuck walls, I'm buildin, splittin dutches
Chillin these pilgrims start ice grillin
Figgity-frontin hard like a villian, das efx'll a killin
And grab the cheese up like cos......

(x2)

Outro:

Got the
rap shit was fun, kid
We hold big guns, diamond and timbs and all that