Luyện nghe bài hát Whole Lotta Love Goin on in The Middle of Hell

Whole lotta love on
In da of what?
Say
What's on?

I 'em home alone
Dey turned into danger
Studio shootouts, no doubt
In da of the wise
And not for guys

Fantasize an' nat rep
you move
While they disturb the
Now the over, oops
Outta

Yo, my brother, can you a crime?
Some wanna me out
I call 'em my own
(Can't we all get along?)

Rap iz a contact
Can I get
When I hum to da
I talk is straight
From da strong
The velt New

112 beatz a
An' I'm in it
Have no
To da ones curse me

And when I'm in da
The feudin' might be
But the fussin'
Some the way I say 'em
I clock 'em like
Zo to da AM

Beginnin' of an end of an
shrinkin' race
Fiend a face

Still got for 'em
But some ain't got no
For the of us
So my boys get than Illinois
to da noise

I'd rather off
Than victim of crime
And a low percentage
If I go down they ain't wit me

So ya'll come get me, on
Come on, come on, on
Come on, come on, on, come on