Luyện nghe bài hát Supa Supreme

Meanwhile in the room at the back of the theater...

brats swam, I knew they would
Your is working master.
Of course!

(knocking) Who is it?
delievery.
Who is it?
It's a delivery.
Who is it. (Fuck it)
UPS up.

Les:
I just got this transported for essay, Gea, connect to say who ?
Kid coming at your speakers, is the same kid be like (puuut puuut
puuut) coming in
Keep shakin' ass like a horny Egyptian, as we proceed to rip shit
Baby, I be S-T-O-N-E Crazy, red blow your spot up
I keep one eye on snakes the other on
3rd eye on my money no time to take a break
They only break I make is when I gab the breed and in the get-away
(It's got to be now) but for now is the way
Pop my CD in your Sony play, twist a fatty, kick
And enjoy what I got to say, cause this type of shit your hear

Big Ju, rugged and rawnchy, nonchalantly
And huant me to live in this world don't want me
A fowl nigga maybe the fowlest you'll ever
Murder for the smallest amount, to count
cable givin' cash around the table
My record label watchin' the sons and stable
Bit my shit, but you and wasn't able
Silence, we bringin' the from the cradle
when I see a bitch nigga and face, you like a foreigner frontin' in a
dangerous
You in Corona, Stone and Babalona
got a tight grip Isatona

Pyscho
Catch me in Corona, on a corner, than Daytona
Arizona, power moves on a celly phona
Touch tone flip, 9-11, the click, we connect like
checks, blast techs, that burn holes to lest bet, faggots
Get ass ripped, that quick, trying to play me like a camel
with my moola, telling me to change my formula
Alcohol and lye be the combination, my organization move the nation
Like automation, no hesitation, no doubt son (naw mean?)
off the books (it's off the books baby) It's off the books this year

Beatnuts, Supa Supreme team from
Grand Imperial and say "whoyounawmean?" (x4)

3 C-F Mafia. Corona Killers. Gray Cisco. Baby