Luyện nghe bài hát Young Jesus

Okay, now take a trip my mind like you was off to Venice
It's me and B-I-G L-N-B-O cooking chemists
Take them back to way when like Dennis, The Menace
Causing mayhem on the come up like a young
Smoking weed and getting higher then a flight
descendant, gold Jesus on my pendant
Got to it out for everyone that's in attendance
Okay, in the day as a college park tenant
Still can't believe I get a shorty pregnant
Man, that's the definition of a sentence
A whole lot of beef, no bread, no
I couldn't keep it in my briefs, man that's pathetic
Fuck all that back and forth, this a game of tennis
be in my mothafuckin' chamber like the senate
Scared to go outside but I know I can't it
I'm, forever in my mind
See I'm a self hypochondriac
Either at the crib, or on the tour bus is where 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

here, over here
Over here, over
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 from surveying to Saiyan slayin' the man
Bitches want an autograph, I sign them in crayon
Like
It's me and B-I-G-L-N-B-O cooking chemists
It's me and
Posted in the club in jeans and a beanie
Sippin' on a martini, takin' my pick at like eenie meenie
I'm unscannable, cannibal
Eat wack MCs Hannibal
Joe Pesci's my spirit animal

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

Okay the flow delicious, bounty huntin' Sid Vicious
The young Spiegle, interstellar my retrieval
from evil, I throw this shit back like medieval
I spit at it like a Baretta, you know I get by givin' the people
Not a fuck given, check the method, that's how we
Always been driven, out of sight and yet never
The Return of the Jedi, bitch I bet I do the show and a red eye
Ho I I leave 'em dead, I know I do
shit 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 we always keep it real
Like goddamn, don't even like I ain't the man
I'm just 301 reppin', second I step in
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 feel this
Throw a Molotov in 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, the back for your mom
Sound the alarm, you know we got it on