Luyện nghe bài hát Young Jesus

Okay, now take a inside my mind like you was off to Venice
It's me and B-I-G L-N-B-O cooking like
them back to way back when like Dennis, The Menace
Causing mayhem on the come up a young apprentice
Smoking weed and getting higher then a attendant
Hip-hop descendant, Jesus on my pendant
Got to it out for everyone that's in attendance
Okay, back in the day as a park tenant
Still can't I didn't get a shorty pregnant
Man, the definition of a life sentence
A lot of beef, no bread, no lettuce
'Cause I couldn't it in my briefs, man that's pathetic
Fuck all that and forth, this ain't 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, alone in my mind
See I'm a self diagnosed
Either at the crib, or on the tour bus is you'll find me at
Yeah, I know that I'm like I got it okay, yeah
But I swear I'm not that neurotic over here, yeah

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

Ayo, fuck all that, it's the fat Jesus
prestigious
Stackin' money and playing the field man like
Better us or leave us
your bitches' cleavage like, oo-ah
I went from surveying to Super slayin' the man
Bitches an autograph, I sign them titties in crayon
Like
It's me and cooking like 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 at bitches like eenie meenie
I'm unscannable, young
Eat MCs like Hannibal
'Cause Joe Pesci's my animal

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

Okay the flow delicious, bounty huntin' Sid Vicious
The young Spiegle, interstellar with my
Furthest from evil, I throw this shit back 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
Always been driven, out of sight and yet hidden
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 through
The on the way to Rio
Aye mio, lookin' for a Latin Leo
To hold a down like the white man
Fuck that,

Ayo enough's enough, man of my word, I never
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 gotta conceal it a murder weapon
I kept in the glove, Ratt Pack you know all love
We the realest so you if you ain't feel this
Throw a Molotov in your crib and them bitches to bill us
We the
fuck a critic, shit is darker than The Chronicles of Riddick
Yes I did it, while they bit it, you we got it
Smack you the palm, save the back for your mom
the alarm, you know we got it goin' on