Luyện nghe bài hát Young Jesus

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

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

Ayo, fuck all that, it's the fat young
prestigious
Stackin' and playing the field man like Regis
Better believe us or us
Grabbin' your bitches' like, oo-ah
I went from surveying to Super slayin' the man
Bitches want an autograph, I them titties in crayon
Like
me and B-I-G-L-N-B-O cooking like chemists
It's me and
Posted in the club in baggy jeans and a
on a martini, takin' my pick at bitches like eenie meenie
I'm unscannable, cannibal
Eat MCs like Hannibal
'Cause Joe Pesci's my animal

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

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

Overdue, pass me the fifth and I'm through
The on the way to Rio
Aye dios mio, for a Latin Leo
To hold a brother down like the man
that, nigga

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