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 like chemists
them back to way back when like Dennis, The Menace
Causing mayhem on the come up like a apprentice
Smoking weed and getting then a flight attendant
descendant, gold Jesus on my pendant
Got to it out for everyone that's in attendance
Okay, back in the day as a college tenant
Still can't believe I get a shorty pregnant
Man, that's the of a life 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 ain't a game of
I'll be in my mothafuckin' chamber the senate
Scared to go outside but I I can't prevent it
I'm, alone in my mind
See I'm a self hypochondriac
Either at the crib, or on the bus is where 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 here, yeah

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

Ayo, fuck all that, it's the fat Jesus
Flow
Stackin' money and the field man like Regis
Better believe us or us
Grabbin' bitches' cleavage like, oo-ah
I went from surveying to Super Saiyan the man
Bitches an autograph, I sign them 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 baggy jeans and a
Sippin' on a martini, takin' my pick at bitches like meenie
I'm unscannable, young
Eat wack MCs Hannibal
'Cause Joe Pesci's my animal

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Over here, here
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Okay the flow delicious, bounty huntin' like Sid
The Spiegle, interstellar with my retrieval
Furthest from evil, I throw this shit back medieval
I spit at it like a Baretta, you know I get by givin' the people
Not a fuck given, check the method, how we livin'
Always driven, out of sight and yet never hidden
The of the Jedi, bitch 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 fifth and I'm through
The on the way to Rio
Aye dios mio, lookin' for a Leo
To a brother down like the white man
Fuck that,

Ayo enough's enough, man of my word, I never
Even in a pair of cuffs we always keep it real
Like goddamn, don't even like I ain't the man
I'm just 301 reppin', second I in Maryland
I gotta it like a murder 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, shit is than The Chronicles of Riddick
Yes I did it, they bit it, you know we got it
Smack you with the palm, save the for your mom
the alarm, you know we got it goin' on