Luyện nghe bài hát Wall Street

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

[Verse 1 - the Great]
I slang hope to the world my name was Obama
Shakin' hands with your father while I'm 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 the south
Got pussy me for my brother when he get out
No
It goes one for the
Two for the
for the M.I.C. now let's go
June's is pro
Turn my speakers up
Learn my
Then recite it up in the
No
Yeah, peep my on behalf of the Bar Exam 2
This is my from me to you
probably be happy when I'm long gone
But that'll never happen I got way too many songs
MC's take note, but don't too much
Find own style and get 'mo in touch

Pussy make the world go and mine spinnin' out of control
Where I'ma stop, nobody
You don't me close to ya
Scared I roast ya
But if I should stop, then who these streets gonna to?
Here's the book of life, I wrote you a new page
Inspired by the beat, by the smell of my purple
Hey, Grand River niggas up to no
1st
I bring you all closer to my

Wall
Street
Yeah,
Uh huh

2]
My appetite for
My to do the bustin'
I eat the up like I got an appetite for percussion
the mood like it's night and there's moonlight
Platoon, high on them shrooms but this no food fight

I could fly on a broom to my rude type
My crew be 'bout no excuses, gesundheit
God bless you,
wet you, sleeves
Your arms like 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 know how to do it the Harriet Tub way
I'm like the Railroad, I'm prepared to get ugly
My narrative thug day, can only me to drugs
I take a nigga way from him like Jared from
You, could, never be on my level
You don't what you're in
But you're in/urine guns like I took a pee on my
me and my shuttle
We fly
We go like my feet and my petal
We
How I not be greatest?
When I got Muhammad Ali boxin' inside me in
Aye

I just wanna say
I know I'm
But I ain't under paid it comes to makin'

I'm so hot I feel the son of Satan
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