Luyện nghe bài hát Young Jesus

Okay, now take a trip inside my like you was off to Venice
me and B-I-G L-N-B-O cooking like chemists
Take them back to way when like Dennis, The Menace
Causing mayhem on the come up a young apprentice
Smoking weed and getting higher a flight attendant
Hip-hop descendant, Jesus on my pendant
Got to pull it out for everyone that's in
Okay, back in the day as a park tenant
Still can't believe I didn't get a shorty
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 and forth, this ain't a game of tennis
I'll be in my mothafuckin' like the senate
to go outside but I know I can't prevent it
I'm, forever alone in my
See I'm a diagnosed hypochondriac
Either at the crib, or on the tour bus is where find me at
Yeah, I know that I'm like I got it okay, yeah
But I swear that I'm not that neurotic over here,

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

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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, that's how we
been driven, out of sight and yet never hidden
The Return of the Jedi, I bet I do the show and catch a red eye
Ho I said I leave 'em dead, I I do
shit is,

Overdue, pass me the fifth and I'm comin'
The on the way to Rio
Aye dios mio, lookin' for a 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 a murder weapon
I kept in the glove, Ratt you know it's all love
We the so fuck you if you ain't feel this
Throw a Molotov in your and tell them bitches to bill us
We the
Finger fuck a critic, shit is darker than The Chronicles of
Yes I did it, while bit it, you know we got it
Smack you with the palm, the back for your mom
Sound the alarm, you we got it goin' on