Luyện nghe bài hát Young Jesus

Okay, now take a trip inside my mind like you was off to
It's me and L-N-B-O cooking like chemists
Take them back to way when like Dennis, The Menace
Causing on the come up like a young apprentice
Smoking weed and getting higher then a flight
Hip-hop descendant, gold on my pendant
Got to pull it out for everyone that's in
Okay, back in the day as a college park
can't believe I didn't get a shorty pregnant
Man, that's the of a life 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, ain't 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 diagnosed hypochondriac
Either at the crib, or on the tour bus is you'll find me at
Yeah, I that I'm livin' like I got it okay, yeah
But I swear that I'm not that neurotic over here,

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

Ayo, fuck all that, it's the fat Jesus
Flow
Stackin' and playing the field man like Regis
believe us or leave us
Grabbin' bitches' cleavage like, oo-ah
I went from to Super Saiyan slayin' the man
Bitches an autograph, I sign them titties in crayon
goddamn
It's me and B-I-G-L-N-B-O cooking chemists
It's me and
Posted in the club in baggy and a beanie
Sippin' on a martini, takin' my at bitches like eenie meenie
I'm unscannable, cannibal
Eat MCs like Hannibal
'Cause Joe my spirit animal

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

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

Overdue, pass me the 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
that, nigga

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