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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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