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

(Intro)
Yo what up, yeah yeah, so it determine
Delinquent and the Puerto Rican bandit
"Big Pun" yo it out yo

(Big Punisher)
Yo now thats the straw
I ain't shatter your glass jaw
I blast it to levels that's past yours
And left you all alone 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 turn a mil-lion, now its on
Squeeze a mil-lion, freeze is
leave'em in front of a buildin-on
Squinting like he swallow hel-ium, the streets of
An I'm the weapon, who wanna learn they lesson
I they vest in less than thirty seconds
Teflon the lets get it on for real
I any plate with the fifty-mack god-drunill
I'm hard to like Aids, ganja still I blaze
You the real I'm craze, don't ever play around
I you down 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.
Y'all mad cus all hoes know me
Thugged out cat with a gold tee
Remotely here in Brooklyn till they deport me

Quote me "I'm nice with the hands don't me"
Matter of fact off your arms if you owe me
Locally holding New York down like
And openly demolish you
See money a issue I just spend 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 tell living it drag
it sad, wishing you making me mad
Don't make me stab'em they painfully shitting in bag

(Chorus)
All we wanna do is the whole crowd bounce
We it moving shaking like they 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 stretch
East to todos pull up un street krons sketch
I bring bomb home from con seed
To we all feel heads jump and get back to something
Now who the fool blew through
That said who
Somos Big Pun, and Juju
So to break up-roll and piggy puff y'all
You could bring a and it wouldn't be enough yo
Cus is a gun, clap your ribs up
Stick up, your clique 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 pistolero cyclone again
Cracking your piece shaking your bone piece
Heads banging will be slanging to you hating
With a new role don't plan to
I wreck frame
Bite your tongue before you mention my
From L.A. to Nueva York where some vatos be slanging
While be moving mota
Keeping trucha from the
Me and my we break on through to the other side
Words spread like the hepatitis virus
I like Cyrus my platoon through the traitorous rains rise up
Proud of your name we had joy, fun, 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 invitation to my and my brothers

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