Luyện nghe bài hát Word is Bond

Uh, word is
I'm a 1
Grab chest
Getcha lead outcha
Getcha outcha asshole
Getcha lead outcha
Getcha outcha asshole

I break it off like a kit-kat ya can't get that
while style, underground sound
So now frontin', tryin to fake it
Complain ya make it
And pretty soon you're butt-naked
So your ass starts to rob and
jealous 'cause my shit's got mass appeal

And now I'm with Diamond D
With some brand new shit for the of '93
I got a on my crate and I'm duckin'
The way I'm rhymin on the
Till the brothers it

You know I got the sound
You up un the air
'Cause year I said, "Jump Around"
I'm rollin thick, so I you can see me
I got mad little white kids, wishin' could be me
So don't step up I'm a come out blastin'
You just a quickie, Punk, I'm

Uh, word is
I'm a 1
Grab your
Getcha outcha asshole
Getcha lead outcha
Getcha outcha asshole
lead outcha asshole

Now let me hear, my man

Yo, it's D, the psycotic, narrotic
Pete's an idiotic, the boom thats exotic
my man Everlastin'
Brotha's be me for the fee
Kid, my ain't Sebastion

Give 'em my demo tapes
Foam'n at the
Dreamin' of papes
I know thirsty
Lord, have mercy, I got ten
And ya to be the first, G
Come on dad, let me ya
Don't be the ball on my sleeve

be down and diggin' wit' the crates
Have dough in the pocket and way past 8
I know the feelin', ya wanna be the one and dealin'
But shit ain't appealin', so make haste
I'll it to a like paste
sleep, I got the 9 on my waist

Uh, word is
I'm a 1
Grab your
lead outcha asshole
Getcha lead asshole
Getcha lead asshole
Getcha lead asshole

I shots for the Soul Assasins
I lick fot the Diamond D
I lick shots for the
And I shots for the D I T C

Yo, I'm respected, my neck's protected
So dont get started, just it
I'm retarted with an agrial stubin'
When I see a I take my record and dupe it
it, just like a news reporter
I'm disorder 'cause I'm sorta' sick of loosin' money
When I work so hard so if I ya bootleggin'
I'm a your card