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 cooking chemists
them back to way back when like Dennis, The Menace
Causing mayhem on the up like a young apprentice
Smoking weed and getting higher then a attendant
descendant, gold Jesus on my pendant
Got to pull it out for that's in attendance
Okay, in the day as a college park tenant
Still believe 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 back and forth, this ain't a game of tennis
I'll be in my mothafuckin' like the senate
Scared to go but I know I can't prevent it
I'm, forever alone in my
See I'm a self hypochondriac
Either at the crib, or on the tour bus is where find me at
Yeah, I know that I'm livin' I got it okay, yeah
But I swear that I'm not that neurotic here, yeah

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here, over here
Over here, here
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Ayo, fuck all that, it's the fat Jesus
Flow
money and playing the field man like Regis
Better believe us or us
your bitches' cleavage like, oo-ah
I went from surveying to Super slayin' the man
Bitches want an autograph, I them titties in crayon
goddamn
It's me and B-I-G-L-N-B-O like chemists
It's me and
Posted in the club in jeans and a beanie
Sippin' on a martini, takin' my at bitches like eenie meenie
I'm unscannable, young
Eat MCs like Hannibal
'Cause Joe Pesci's my spirit

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

Okay the flow delicious, huntin' like Sid Vicious
The young Spiegle, interstellar with my
Furthest evil, I throw this shit back like medieval
I spit at it like a Baretta, you know I get better by givin' the
Not a fuck given, check the method, how we livin'
been driven, out of sight and yet never hidden
The Return of the Jedi, bitch I bet I do the and catch a red eye
Ho I I leave 'em dead, I know I do
This is,

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

Ayo enough's enough, man of my word, I bluff
Even in a of cuffs know we always keep it real
Like goddamn, don't even step like I the man
I'm just 301 reppin', second I in Maryland
I conceal it like a murder weapon
I kept in the glove, Ratt Pack you know it's all
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 a critic, shit is darker than The Chronicles of Riddick
Yes I did it, while they bit it, you we got it
Smack you with the palm, the back for your mom
the alarm, you know we got it goin' on