Luyện nghe bài hát Somebody Told Me

Somebody me that this rap shit was fun
You get to smoke and hold big guns
Stand on stage your timbs wit your sons
bullshit, yo I'm out to get these funds

Verse one: 8-off

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

Challenge any woman, nothing, rock the hardest
Racoons rap with soloists VARIOUS artist
Puttin it down on the day 9000, a cell with stories to tell
Off those cells we're livin
In the '9-8-off, country plink off
While way off, check all systems, it's time we take off

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Verse nocturnal

Guns with banana clips, two rolexes to whips
A .45 under my
Another one in the glove
Money startin shit, brand new shoes on spank
Tek 9's, after with mad dimes
Bitches twist the vine, I'm and the moon's mine
We're out to get mines, on a
On the south, probably took the dreaded predator's treasure
In the I bought the leather, plus a movie screen
So my team can sega plus *? the gods in vegas? *
An ounce of weed in every of flavor
accounts wit fat paper, a major player cos....

Verse das efx

Higgity-hardcore, sewer rats it raw
Beach houses and more, weed on seymour
Pliggity-plush cover floors, on bus tours
Chrome .44's, on paws
All my cats above the laws, higgity-hide records in stores
Hit squad, world tour
compass on doors, signin autographs
After, AND BEFORE , where? , in
Figgity-fuck walls, I'm buildin, splittin dutches
Chillin these pilgrims start ice grillin
hard like a villian, das efx'll make a killin
And grab the up like sicilians cos......

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Outro:

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