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

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

(Big Punisher)
Yo now the last straw
I ain't wanna your glass jaw
I rather blast it to levels 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
With no equal-belia, I a mil-lion, now its really on
a mil-lion, freeze is killin'em
leave'em chillin' in front of a
Squinting he swallow hel-ium, the streets of Vietnam
An I'm the perfect weapon, who wanna learn lesson
I burn they vest in than thirty seconds
Teflon the lets get it on for real
I penetrate any plate with the fifty-mack
I'm hard to kill like Aids, ganja still I
You the real I'm craze, don't ever play around
I blaze you down like you weigh a
an spray the with the mack hundred eighty rounds

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

Quote me "I'm nice with the hands provoke me"
Matter of fact bite off arms if you owe me
Locally New York down like Olkaly
And openly demolish you
See money ain't a issue I just it an laugh
Fill my pockets with never bend it in half
Fuck a car I just jump in a cab
Go to the Ave, heal my buy me a bag
Back to the lab, doing it for and for Gab
But all these niggas on my shirt living it drag
Isn't it sad, you making me mad
make me stab'em till they painfully shitting in bag

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

(Ives)
Now the way hand tech stretch
East to West pull up un street krons sketch
I bring bomb home from con seed
To some we all heads jump and get back to something
Now who the fool that blew
That who you?
Somos delinquentes Big Pun, and
So time to up-roll and piggy puff y'all
You could bring a libra and it be enough yo
Cus is a gun, clap your up infested
Stick up, your clique up and get arrested
Cus when the sun the moon gone rise
With cheeky with no surprise let the weed smoke rise

(Kemo)
The hypothetical straight the imperial lyrical
Blaxican el baron pistolero cyclone again
Cracking your piece shaking your bone piece
Heads banging will be to you hating suckas
With a new role plan to complain
I wreck your
Bite tongue before you mention my name
From L.A. to Nueva York some vatos be slanging coca
While be moving mota
Keeping from the chota
Me and my crew we break on through to the side
spread like the hepatitis virus shit
I need like my platoon through the traitorous 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 to my sisters and my brothers

(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 live our fly
By merts to get me by friends we get by, (2X)