Luyện nghe bài hát Young Jesus

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

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

Ayo, fuck all that, the fat young Jesus
prestigious
Stackin' money and playing the field man like
believe us or leave us
Grabbin' your bitches' cleavage like,
I went from to Super Saiyan slayin' the man
Bitches want an autograph, I sign them titties in
Like
me and B-I-G-L-N-B-O cooking like chemists
It's me and
in the club in baggy jeans and a beanie
Sippin' on a martini, takin' my pick at bitches like eenie
I'm unscannable, young
Eat wack MCs like
'Cause Joe Pesci's my animal

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

Okay the flow delicious, bounty huntin' like Sid
The young Spiegle, with my retrieval
Furthest from evil, I throw this shit like medieval
I spit at it like a Baretta, you know I get better by givin' the
Not a fuck given, check the method, how we livin'
Always been driven, out of sight and yet hidden
The of the Jedi, bitch I bet I do the show and catch 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 down 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 step like I ain't the man
I'm 301 reppin', second I step in Maryland
I gotta conceal it like a weapon
I kept in the glove, Ratt Pack you know all love
We the realest so fuck you if you ain't this
Throw a Molotov in your crib and tell them bitches to us
We the
Finger fuck a critic, shit is darker than The Chronicles of
Yes I did it, they bit it, you know we got it
Smack you with the palm, the back for your mom
the alarm, you know we got it goin' on