Luyện nghe bài hát Twenty Five Eight

[Intro] Xavier

Give me a god damn hour yeah!!!

Xavier White]

God damn,

One for the big homie
One for the big homie
One time for the boss nigga on his grind

Screaming ain't thang
let a nigga know

Need a fucking extra
Cuz a nigga Tryina like

five eight,
Twenty eight,
Twenty eight,
Yeah!!!!

One time for the boss nigga on his grind screaming like...

Twenty eight,
Twenty eight,
Twenty five
Yeah... Give me a god hour lord yeah!

five eight,
Twenty eight,
Twenty eight,
Twenty eight,
baby!!!

Big Face, Luciano...

Yeah... me a god damn hour lord yeah!!!

[Verse 1: Big Luciano]

Money on my
what the creme about!

On my grind 9 to 5
Homie I clocking out

Buzz bigger tho
Watch me grow bean

Got these lames, out my
me a G route

On the road to
Ditches, it's a mean drought

Flip digits acrobatic, route,
I can feel it in the clouds, Looch closer now

Pow, it down
Bow down, here's the
Bing!

Listen to the jump
my speakers thump

So in the streets
All you rappers weak as

past ya schmucks
My bitch badder, Phatter!!!

Big Face, in us we trust, uggh!!!

You the motto,
my fingers swallow
Wind like Chicago
I won the lotto

King tut like the Pharoah
is now tomorrow
Twenty eight,
Yes, it is the motto!!!

[Hook 2: Xavier

God damn,
One time for the big
One for the big homie
One time for the boss nigga always on his screaming like

Money ain't
Gotta let a know
a fucking extra hour
Cuz a Tryina blow like...

five eight,
Twenty eight,
Twenty eight,
Yeah...

One time for the boss nigga on his grind screaming like

five eight,
Twenty eight,
five eight,
Yeah, give me a god hour lord, yeah...

[Verse 2: Big Face

Manifest my
me Mr. Kennedy
Certainly my
Got you saying to me

Sippin on the tea
Looking at the thrown's
All I see is Ecstasy, I'm counting all this, currency!

my specialty!
Guarantee my in Tennessee or Germany!
The weaponry the enemy, the the enemy
this pain, yes, through this penalty!

The picture
The picture
The vision

the vision
know the mission is chicken!

to riches
Jumpin ditches, digits

We and inches,
bridges to go the distance!

In an instant, competition need

strategic!
Hip hop game anemic, my the sound of Jesus
Too profound the Pope don't this!

Xavier White]

I be all day
I be all night
sun set, to sun rise!

Motivation is the
Competition is on my

All the time...
It's all

Now me why do you
it,
deserve it than me...

Twenty eight,
five eight,
Twenty eight,
Twenty eight,

3: Xavier White]

God damn,
One for the big homie
One for the big homie
One time for the boss nigga always on his grind like

ain't thang
Gotta let a nigga
a fucking extra hour
Cuz a nigga blow like

five eight,
Twenty eight,
Twenty eight,
Yeah...

One time for the nigga always on his grind screaming like....

Twenty eight,
five eight,
Twenty eight,
Yeah...

Give me a god hour lord... Yeah!!!

five eight,
Twenty eight,
five eight,
Twenty eight, baby...

Yeah...

Give me a god damn lord, yeah...

Yeah, yeah, yea, yea...