Luyện nghe bài hát Western Ways, Pt2 (La Selección) - Big Punisher

(Intro)
Yo what up, yeah yeah, that's so it
Delinquent habits and the Puerto Rican
"Big Pun" yo it out yo

(Big Punisher)
Yo now thats the straw
I ain't wanna shatter glass jaw
I rather blast it to levels that's yours
And left you all among the dumb
How you gone win a one on one were I'm
That's like Pun a gun and trying to run
With no equal-belia, I a mil-lion, now its really on
Squeeze a mil-lion, freeze is
leave'em chillin' in front of a
Squinting like he hel-ium, the streets of Vietnam
An I'm the perfect weapon, who learn they lesson
I burn they vest in than thirty seconds
Teflon the steal lets get it on for
I penetrate any plate the fifty-mack god-drunill
I'm hard to kill like Aids, still I blaze
You want the real I'm craze, don't ever play
I blaze you down like you a pound
an spray the town with the mack hundred rounds

(JuJu)
Zip the O.T., puffing on tron I O.D.
Y'all mad cus all y'all know me
Thugged out Dominican cat a gold tee
Remotely resided here in till they deport me

Quote me "I'm with the hands don't provoke me"
Matter of bite off your arms if you owe me
Locally holding New York like Olkaly
And openly you vocally
See money ain't a issue I spend it an laugh
Fill my pockets with shit never bend it in
Fuck owning a car I jump in a cab
Go to the Ave, heal my buy me a bag
Back to the lab, it for Rick and for Gab
But all these niggas on my shirt tell it drag
Isn't it sad, wishing you me mad
Don't me stab'em till they painfully shitting in bag

(Chorus)
All we do is make the whole crowd bounce
We keep it moving shaking like puff a whole ounce
All we wanna do is our lifestyle fly
By merts to get me high by we get by, (2X)

(Ives)
Now the world way hand tech
East to West todos up un street krons sketch
I bring bomb grown from con seed
To some we all feel heads jump and get back to
Now who the fool that through
That said who
Somos Big Pun, and Juju
So to break up-roll and piggy puff y'all
You could bring a libra and it be enough yo
Cus is a gun, clap ribs up infested
Stick up, throw your clique up and get
Cus when the sun the moon gone rise
With cheeky with no surprise let the weed smoke rise

(Kemo)
The scenario straight the imperial lyrical
el baron pistolero cyclone taps again
Cracking your dome piece shaking your bone
Heads banging be slanging to you hating suckas
With a new don't plan to complain
I wreck frame
your tongue before you mention my name
From L.A. to Nueva York where some vatos be coca
others be moving mota
Keeping from the chota
Me and my we break on through to the other side
Words spread the hepatitis virus shit
I need like my platoon through the traitorous rains rise up
Proud of name we had joy, fun, seasons in the sun
Put the wine in the zone the season had begun
All but one in my son the seasons is upon us
With an open to my sisters and my brothers

(Chorus)
All we wanna do is make the whole crowd
We keep it moving shaking like they puff a ounce
All we wanna do is live our fly
By merts to get me high by we get by, (2X)