Luyện nghe bài hát State to State

(Intro)
Free! Wall!
And we coming with the bump buuum!
Early! Yeah! Uh! It's The Roc, and we
Dumping on hating ass niggas
And we hit yall the Bump Bump buuum
Early! Uh! Yeah! Uh!

Y'all better keep your close
Philly and Paul Wall
And this is the way we ball the raw
To your city got them
If you really war
We gon bring it to doorstep
Vests and hoodies
And we pop pop pop
your body
Put the rest in your
And this is the way you to the ground
An' you shaking
State prop game and we gun a hater down
And we a hater's pounds
And we a hater's bricks
And we the main reason why they chicks is not
Somebody them that they're roc' in Houston
got that knock in Houston we come and lock shit down

Real stand up point em we gon gun 'em haters down come around you hear that...
And all my real bitches step up come to wipe a player down smoke a pound him
Real niggas step up we gon gun 'em haters down come you hear that...
And all my real bitches step up come to wipe a player down smoke a pound him

Wall:
I hear these haters talking seem like getting louder
These sweet cupcakes than some clam chowder
I'm from the city of powder, syrup and rocks?
For twenty dollars get you higher than an
I keep a Glock in my state prop
Floating on nine goin' off cold dean
I chuck a to a hater
I'm on a for paper
I got lew with me serving dope fiends like a waiter
I'm on the lee with my boy
Big bank take bank baby tell me what it do
These boys loud but they ain't saying a thang
But Paul and Freeway will make 'em sang

It's the Swishahouse prop chain gang
.45 cal big Glock bang
I the tupperware tucked in my underwear
Rain down on these suckers make the clutter clear
Let's get one thing clear I run grizzly bears
Bite you in your back and make you out your chest hair
I'm 100 baby no time for games
I got a full of carats hanging in my chain
I keep a player bought my paper a hater
Cause the real turn fake over like a crossfader
I'm chatter climbing up the ladder
Cause my goal is to make my pockets baby Paul Wall