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 bandit
"Big Pun" yo it out yo

(Big Punisher)
Yo now the last straw
I ain't shatter your glass jaw
I rather blast it to that's past yours
And left you all among the dumb
How you gone win a one on one I'm from
That's like throwing Pun a gun and to run
no equal-belia, I turn a mil-lion, now its really on
Squeeze a mil-lion, freeze is
chillin' in front of a buildin-on
Squinting he swallow hel-ium, the streets of Vietnam
An I'm the perfect weapon, who wanna learn lesson
I burn they vest in less thirty seconds
Teflon the lets get it on for real
I penetrate any plate with the god-drunill
I'm hard to kill like Aids, still I blaze
You want the I'm craze, don't ever play around
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.
mad cus all y'all hoes know me
Thugged out Dominican cat a gold tee
Remotely here in Brooklyn till they deport me

Quote me "I'm nice with the hands provoke me"
Matter of bite off your arms if you owe me
holding New York down like Olkaly
And demolish you vocally
See money ain't a issue I spend it an laugh
Fill my pockets with shit bend it in half
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 living it
Isn't it sad, you making me mad
Don't make me stab'em till they painfully in bag

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

(Ives)
Now the way hand tech stretch
East to West todos pull up un street krons
I bomb home grown from con seed
To some we all feel heads jump and get back to
Now who the fool that through
said who you?
Somos Big Pun, and Juju
So to break up-roll and piggy puff y'all
You could a libra and it wouldn't be enough yo
Cus is a gun, clap your ribs up
Stick up, throw your up and get arrested
Cus the sun sets the moon gone rise
With eyes with no surprise let the weed smoke rise

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

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