Luyện nghe bài hát Young Jesus

Okay, now take a trip my mind like you was off to Venice
It's me and B-I-G L-N-B-O cooking like
Take them back to way back when Dennis, The Menace
Causing mayhem on the come up a young apprentice
Smoking weed and getting higher a flight attendant
Hip-hop descendant, gold on my pendant
Got to pull it out for everyone in attendance
Okay, back in the day as a park tenant
can't believe I didn't get a shorty pregnant
Man, the definition of a life sentence
A lot of beef, no bread, no lettuce
I couldn't keep 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 I can't prevent it
I'm, forever in my mind
See I'm a self hypochondriac
Either at the crib, or on the bus is where you'll find me at
Yeah, I know I'm livin' like I got it okay, yeah
But I swear I'm not that neurotic over here, yeah

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

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

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

Okay the flow delicious, huntin' like Sid Vicious
The Spiegle, interstellar with my retrieval
Furthest from evil, I 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, 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, for a Latin Leo
To hold a brother like the white man
Fuck that,

Ayo enough's enough, man of my word, I bluff
Even in a pair of cuffs 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 Pack you know it's all
We the so fuck you if you ain't feel this
Throw a Molotov in your crib and tell them to bill us
We the
Finger fuck a critic, shit is than The Chronicles of Riddick
Yes I did it, while bit it, you know we got it
you with the palm, save the back for your mom
Sound the alarm, you know we got it on