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 like chemists
Take them back to way back when like Dennis, The
Causing on the come up like a young apprentice
Smoking weed and higher then a flight attendant
descendant, gold Jesus on my pendant
Got to it out for everyone that's in attendance
Okay, in the day as a college park tenant
can't 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
Fuck all that back and forth, this a game of tennis
I'll be in my chamber like the senate
to go outside but I know I can't prevent it
I'm, forever alone in my
See I'm a self diagnosed
at the crib, or on the tour bus is where you'll find me at
Yeah, I know I'm livin' like I got it okay, yeah
But I swear that I'm not that over here, yeah

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

Ayo, fuck all that, it's the fat young
prestigious
Stackin' and playing the field man like Regis
Better us or leave us
Grabbin' bitches' cleavage like, oo-ah
I went from to Super Saiyan slayin' the man
Bitches want an autograph, I them titties in crayon
goddamn
It's me and B-I-G-L-N-B-O cooking chemists
It's me and
Posted in the club in jeans and a beanie
Sippin' on a martini, takin' my pick at bitches like meenie
I'm unscannable, cannibal
Eat wack MCs Hannibal
'Cause Joe my spirit animal

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

Okay the flow delicious, bounty huntin' Sid Vicious
The young Spiegle, 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, the method, that's how we livin'
Always been driven, out of and yet never hidden
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
shit is,

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

Ayo enough, man of my word, I never bluff
Even in a pair of cuffs we always keep it real
goddamn, don't even step like I ain't the man
I'm 301 reppin', second I step in Maryland
I conceal it like a murder weapon
I kept in the glove, Pack 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 a critic, shit is darker than The Chronicles of Riddick
Yes I did it, they bit it, you know we got it
Smack you with the palm, save the for your mom
the alarm, you know we got it goin' on