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 cooking like chemists
Take them back to way back when Dennis, The Menace
mayhem 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 can't I didn't get a shorty pregnant
Man, that's the definition of a life
A whole lot of beef, no bread, no
'Cause I couldn't keep it in my briefs, man pathetic
Fuck all that back and forth, this a game of tennis
I'll be in my mothafuckin' chamber like the
Scared to go outside but I I can't prevent it
I'm, forever 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 I'm not that neurotic over here, yeah

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

Ayo, fuck all that, it's the fat young
Flow
money and playing the field man like Regis
Better us or leave us
Grabbin' your cleavage like, oo-ah
I went surveying to Super Saiyan slayin' the man
Bitches want an autograph, I them titties in crayon
Like
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 and a beanie
Sippin' on a martini, takin' my pick at bitches like eenie
I'm unscannable, cannibal
Eat MCs like Hannibal
'Cause Joe Pesci's my animal

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

the flow delicious, bounty huntin' like Sid Vicious
The young Spiegle, interstellar my retrieval
Furthest from evil, I throw shit back like medieval
I at it like a Baretta, you know I get better by givin' the people
Not a fuck given, the method, that's how we livin'
Always been driven, out of sight and yet hidden
The Return of the Jedi, bitch I bet I do the show and a red eye
Ho I said I 'em dead, I know I do
This is,

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

Ayo enough's enough, man of my word, I bluff
Even in a pair of cuffs know we always keep it
Like goddamn, don't even like I ain't the man
I'm just 301 reppin', I step in Maryland
I gotta it like a murder weapon
I in the glove, Ratt Pack you know it's all love
We the realest so fuck you if you ain't this
Throw a Molotov in your crib and them bitches to bill us
We the
Finger fuck a critic, is darker than The Chronicles of Riddick
Yes I did it, while they bit it, you we got it
you with the palm, save the back for your mom
Sound the alarm, you we got it goin' on