Luyện nghe bài hát Supa Supreme

Meanwhile in the control room at the 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.

Psycho
I just got this transported for essay, Gea, connect to say who ?
Kid at your speakers, is the same kid that be like (puuut puuut
puuut) in chicas
shakin' that ass like a horny Egyptian, as we proceed to rip shit
Baby, I be S-T-O-N-E Crazy, red Mercury blow spot up
I keep one eye on snakes the on jakes
3rd eye on my money with no to take a break
They only break I make is I gab the breed and jump 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, back
And enjoy what I got to say, cause this type of your don't hear

Big Ju, rugged and rawnchy, never
And huant me to live in this world that want me
A fowl nigga the fowlest you'll ever encounter
Murder for the smallest amount, to count
Cuban cable givin' around the table
My record watchin' the sons steady and stable
Bit my shit, but you and wasn't able
Silence, we the violence from the cradle
Fatal when I see a bitch nigga and face, you like a foreigner in a
place
You in Corona, City and Babalona
Dominicians got a tight Isatona

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

Beatnuts, Supreme team from Queens
Imperial and misters say "whoyounawmean?" (x4)

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