Luyện nghe bài hát Windpipe

Yo Yo Yo doodododododo Yo yo
Yo the jeep on the street of the Sunset Marquis
sign and pass wit a gold tip sharpee
Permanent ink blots from velly poo scotts
All you try to judge my shit like Ed Koch
Underground left and right pair sound can't be scared
Plea the ams radio that he jammed
Golden chrome, desert eagle never left at
the track of the beat watch Bobby flip the metronome
High voltage, my seat in winsbro cultured
Kill enemies by mailin them the glue postage
I open and fold ya he fucked a ogre
I leave the cats the of food stamps ????
The box of evil a sack of that lethal
Adjust these boots and bloody cube steaks from

4X
What can you go to
And I ain't there you bitches actin like they don't

You bitches like you dont care
You bitches actin you YO
Razor blade toenails cut inside tube socks
Golden platinum unstainable
I chew
Slipe wit type soup deflect bullets
Black surrounded by forty acres of wooded
Land, like my dusty dirty as dan
Fucked the daughter of the of the Ku Klux Klan
Tapes we dub pound you wit the ace of
your tree to a shub
Tongue kiss a lion and her cub
it portrait
My bitch spread eagle wild
Pussy so wet you could it wit a soft tipped dick
Tickle the tonsil you could hear her
I don't if Dirt fucked Mariah, but I'm out to fuck Tyra
Starks fuck Mya

I'm the vampire

4X

Yo I'm bent out days two nights yo I'm spent out
One hell of a cruise New York got they out
Like I owe somethin, check they stance frontin
I'm two fromt wistin ya'll shit over nuttin
All a sudden ice grills kid you did a bid
In a minute almost yourself slit ya wrists
To the maximum hand me the I'll thrash and
Split out guests wit gash goes throw his laz gone
Trama the pro bar sledge slang ho
from to and sharles some rap and I might blow
World cup, some blessed wit the Stanley
Yvonne lendl ordered lamb wit the cam key
Sideline manuever, wax MC remover
Niggaz wit long nails cuttin me leavin
Candle lows tied a thousand an froze
Came home an dust that doo tryin to play me
We've peaked for years now Liz wants to choppin the kid
I might do magic him disappear
Rearose that nigga Coca-Cola holder snap the granola
Sprinkle ginko
Venom a cobra lace in the come he brought older
Soaked through a strainer a doser
The James version is paid just like Samsung
Wit effects that'll rogers double O seven
Hanna Barbera the opposite abandoned the deer
wit mics like Sonny and Cher
Or maybe entenail, connect and then blow the seal
Nice mister whittendale your girl Chippendale
Shallah all up in ya dog dial trench
When I snatched that shit was shoulda sent ya ass back
And where's the key to the pop that
Get in throw a bag full of mice and respect that

4X
What party can you go to, and Wu ain't
These niggaz actin like they don't
What party can you go to, and Wu ain't
These hoes actin they don't care