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

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

(Big Punisher)
Yo now thats the last
I ain't wanna your glass jaw
I rather blast it to that's past yours
And left you all alone the dumb
How you gone win a one on one were I'm
That's throwing Pun a gun and trying to run
With no equal-belia, I turn a mil-lion, now its on
Squeeze a mil-lion, is killin'em
chillin' in front of a buildin-on
Squinting like he swallow hel-ium, the streets of
An I'm the perfect weapon, who wanna they lesson
I burn they vest in less thirty seconds
Teflon the lets get it on for real
I penetrate any with the fifty-mack god-drunill
I'm hard to kill like Aids, still I blaze
You the real I'm craze, don't ever play around
I blaze you like you weigh a pound
an spray the town with the hundred eighty rounds

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

Quote me "I'm with the hands don't provoke me"
Matter of fact bite off your if you owe me
Locally holding New York like Olkaly
And openly you vocally
See money ain't a issue I just it an laugh
Fill my pockets with shit never bend it in
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 tell it drag
it sad, wishing you making me mad
Don't make me stab'em till they shitting in bag

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

(Ives)
Now the world way hand tech
East to West pull up un street krons sketch
I bring bomb home grown from con
To some we all feel heads jump and get back to
Now who the fool that blew
That said who
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 up infested
Stick up, throw your up and get arrested
Cus the sun sets the moon gone rise
With cheeky eyes with no let the weed smoke rise

(Kemo)
The scenario straight the imperial lyrical
Blaxican el baron pistolero cyclone taps
Cracking your dome piece shaking bone piece
Heads banging be slanging to you hating suckas
With a new role plan to complain
I wreck your
Bite your tongue you mention my name
From L.A. to Nueva where some vatos be slanging coca
While others be mota
trucha from the chota
Me and my crew we break on through to the side
Words like the hepatitis virus shit
I need like Cyrus my through the traitorous rains rise up
Proud of your name we had joy, fun, in the sun
Put the wine in the zone like the had begun
All but one in my son the seasons is upon us
an open invitation to my sisters and my brothers

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