Luyện nghe bài hát Young Jesus

Okay, now take a trip my mind like you was off to Venice
It's me and B-I-G cooking like chemists
Take back to way back when like Dennis, The Menace
Causing mayhem on the come up a young apprentice
Smoking weed and getting higher a flight attendant
Hip-hop descendant, gold on my pendant
Got to it out for everyone that's in attendance
Okay, back in the day as a park tenant
Still can't believe I didn't get a shorty
Man, that's the definition of a sentence
A lot of beef, no bread, no lettuce
'Cause I couldn't keep it in my briefs, man that's
Fuck all that back and forth, this a game of tennis
I'll be in my chamber like the senate
Scared to go outside but I know I can't it
I'm, forever alone in my
See I'm a self hypochondriac
at the crib, or on the tour bus is where you'll find me at
Yeah, I know that I'm livin' like I got it okay,
But I swear that I'm not that neurotic over here,

here, over here
Over here, here
Over here, here
here, over here

Ayo, fuck all that, the fat young Jesus
prestigious
Stackin' money and playing the field man like
Better us or leave us
your bitches' cleavage like, oo-ah
I from surveying to Super Saiyan slayin' the man
Bitches want an autograph, I sign titties in crayon
goddamn
It's me and B-I-G-L-N-B-O cooking like
me and B-I-G-L-N-B-O
Posted in the club in jeans and a beanie
Sippin' on a martini, takin' my pick at like eenie meenie
I'm unscannable, young
Eat wack MCs like
'Cause Joe Pesci's my spirit

here, over here
Over here, over
here, over here
Over here, here

the flow delicious, bounty huntin' like Sid Vicious
The young Spiegle, with my retrieval
Furthest from evil, I throw shit back like medieval
I at it like a Baretta, you know I get better by givin' the people
Not a fuck given, check the method, that's how we
Always been driven, out of sight and yet never
The Return of the Jedi, bitch I bet I do the show and a red eye
Ho I I leave 'em dead, I know I do
shit is,

Overdue, me the fifth and I'm comin' through
The on the way to Rio
Aye mio, lookin' for a Latin Leo
To hold a brother like the white man
Fuck that,

Ayo enough's enough, man of my word, I never
Even in a pair of cuffs know we keep it real
Like goddamn, even step like I ain't the man
I'm just 301 reppin', second I step in
I gotta it like a murder weapon
I kept in the glove, Ratt Pack you know it's all
We the realest so fuck you if you ain't feel
Throw a Molotov in crib and tell them bitches to bill us
We the
Finger fuck a critic, shit is darker The Chronicles of Riddick
Yes I did it, while bit it, you know we got it
Smack you with the palm, save the back for mom
Sound the alarm, you know we got it on