Luyện nghe bài hát Young Jesus

Okay, now take a trip my mind like you was off to Venice
me and B-I-G L-N-B-O cooking like chemists
Take them back to way back when like Dennis, The
mayhem on the come up like a young apprentice
Smoking and getting higher then a flight attendant
Hip-hop descendant, gold on my pendant
Got to it out for everyone that's in attendance
Okay, in the day as a college park tenant
Still believe I didn't get a shorty pregnant
Man, the definition of a life sentence
A whole lot of beef, no bread, no
'Cause I keep it in my briefs, man that's pathetic
all that back and forth, this ain't a game of tennis
I'll be in my mothafuckin' chamber like the
Scared to go outside but I know I prevent it
I'm, forever in my mind
See I'm a self hypochondriac
Either at the crib, or on the tour bus is you'll find me at
Yeah, I know that I'm livin' I got it okay, yeah
But I swear that I'm not that over here, yeah

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

Ayo, fuck all that, the fat young Jesus
Flow
Stackin' money and playing the field man Regis
believe us or leave us
Grabbin' bitches' cleavage like, oo-ah
I went surveying to Super Saiyan slayin' the man
want an autograph, I sign them titties in crayon
Like
It's me and cooking like chemists
It's me and
Posted in the club in baggy jeans and a
Sippin' on a martini, my pick at bitches like eenie meenie
I'm unscannable, cannibal
Eat wack MCs Hannibal
'Cause Joe Pesci's my animal

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

Okay the flow delicious, bounty like Sid Vicious
The young Spiegle, interstellar my retrieval
Furthest from evil, I throw this shit like medieval
I spit at it a Baretta, you know I get better 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 said I 'em dead, I know I do
This is,

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

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 like I ain't the man
I'm just 301 reppin', second I step in
I gotta conceal it a murder weapon
I kept in the glove, Ratt you know it's all love
We the realest so fuck you if you ain't feel
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 they bit it, you we got it
Smack you the palm, save the back for your mom
Sound the alarm, you know we got it on