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 cooking like chemists
Take them back to way when like Dennis, The Menace
Causing on the come up like a young apprentice
Smoking and getting higher then a flight attendant
Hip-hop descendant, gold Jesus on my
Got to pull it out for everyone in attendance
Okay, back in the day as a college tenant
Still believe 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
all that back and forth, this ain't a game of tennis
I'll be in my mothafuckin' chamber like the
Scared to go outside but I know I prevent it
I'm, forever alone in my
See I'm a self diagnosed
Either at the crib, or on the bus is where you'll find me at
Yeah, I know that I'm livin' like I got it okay,
But I that I'm not that neurotic over here, yeah

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

Ayo, fuck all that, it's the fat Jesus
Flow
Stackin' money and the field man like Regis
believe us or leave us
Grabbin' your bitches' cleavage like,
I went from surveying to Super slayin' the man
Bitches want an autograph, I sign them titties in
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 baggy jeans and a
Sippin' on a martini, takin' my pick at bitches like meenie
I'm unscannable, cannibal
Eat wack MCs Hannibal
'Cause Joe my spirit animal

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

Okay the flow delicious, bounty huntin' like Sid
The young Spiegle, with my retrieval
from 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 given, check the method, that's how we livin'
Always been driven, out of and yet never hidden
The Return of the Jedi, bitch I bet I do the and catch a red eye
Ho I said I 'em dead, I know I do
shit is,

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

Ayo enough, man of my word, I never bluff
Even in a pair of know we always keep it real
Like goddamn, don't even step like I 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 it's all love
We the realest so fuck you if you ain't feel
Throw a Molotov in your crib and tell them bitches to us
We the
Finger fuck a critic, shit is than The Chronicles of Riddick
Yes I did it, while bit it, you know we got it
Smack you the palm, save the back for your mom
Sound the alarm, you know we got it on