Luyện nghe bài hát Wall Street

[Intro - Royce
You are now rocking to the sounds of my dawg. DJ Lantern
Bar Exam 2 nigga. It's a holiday bitches

[Verse 1 - the Great]
I slang hope to the like my name was Obama
Shakin' hands with your while I'm fuckin' yo momma

But say I'm in a league of my own
Blowin' my own
of my cousin, Chevy in Texas
I had to shout him out he's from the
Got pussy with me for my brother he get out
No
It goes one for the
Two for the
Three for the M.I.C. now go
June's is pro
Turn my up louder
Learn my
Then recite it up in the
No
Yeah, my promo on behalf of the Bar Exam 2
This is my from me to you
probably be happy when I'm long gone
But never happen cause I got way too many songs
MC's note, but don't quote too much
your own style and get 'mo in touch

Pussy make the go round and mine spinnin' out of control
Where I'ma stop, knows
You want me close to ya
I might roast ya
But if I should stop, then who these streets gonna to?
the book of life, I just wrote you a new page
Inspired by the beat, by the smell of my haze
Hey, Grand River niggas up to no
1st
I you all closer to my hood

Wall
Street
Yeah,
Uh huh

2]
My for destruction
My type to do the
I eat the beat up I got an appetite for percussion
Lighten the mood like night and there's moonlight
Platoon, high on them shrooms but ain't no food fight

I could fly on a stick to my rude type
My crew don't be no excuses, gesundheit
God bless you,
wet you, sleeves
Your arms ain't ours yet, our recipe is...
Beef on a
Go on and chatter, it matter
My cheese, I'm eatin' like I'm obese but fatter
I only know how to do it the Tub way
I'm like the Railroad, I'm prepared to get ugly
My narrative thug day, can only compare me to
I take a way from him like Jared from Subway
You, could, never ever be on my
You know what you're in
But you're guns like I took a pee on my metal
Just me and my
We fly
We go together like my feet and my
We
How could I not be
When I got Muhammad Ali inside me in Vegas
Aye

I wanna say this
I I'm underrated
But I ain't under paid when it to makin'

I'm so hot I feel like the son of
I'm so hot I feel the sun is hatin'
Your

Breathin' a hundred H's
I am the reason for your under
There's one equation
And it I am the sum of greatness