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
Causing mayhem on the come up like a young
Smoking weed and higher then a flight attendant
descendant, gold Jesus on my pendant
Got to pull it out for everyone in attendance
Okay, back in the day as a college park
Still can't I didn't get a shorty pregnant
Man, that's the of a life sentence
A whole lot of beef, no bread, no
'Cause I couldn't keep it in my briefs, man that's
all that back and forth, this ain't a game of tennis
I'll be in my mothafuckin' chamber like the
to go outside but I know I can't prevent it
I'm, alone in my mind
See I'm a self diagnosed
Either at the crib, or on the tour bus is where find me at
Yeah, I know that I'm livin' like I got it okay,
But I swear that I'm not that neurotic here, yeah

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

Ayo, all that, it's the fat young Jesus
Flow
Stackin' money and playing the field man like
believe us or leave us
Grabbin' your cleavage like, oo-ah
I went from surveying to Super slayin' the man
Bitches want an autograph, I sign them titties in
goddamn
It's me and B-I-G-L-N-B-O cooking chemists
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 meenie
I'm unscannable, cannibal
Eat wack MCs like
'Cause Joe my spirit animal

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

the flow delicious, bounty huntin' like Sid Vicious
The young Spiegle, with 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, the method, that's 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 leave 'em dead, I I do
This is,

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

Ayo enough, man of my word, I never bluff
Even in a of cuffs know we always keep it real
Like goddamn, don't even step I ain't the man
I'm just 301 reppin', second I step in
I gotta conceal it like a weapon
I kept in the glove, Ratt you know it's all love
We the realest so fuck you if you feel this
Throw a Molotov in your crib and tell bitches to bill us
We the
Finger a critic, shit is darker than The Chronicles of Riddick
Yes I did it, while bit it, you know we got it
Smack you the palm, save the back for your mom
Sound the alarm, you we got it goin' on