Luyện nghe bài hát Chill

Yea, yea, this sound like
One, two O'clock in the mornin' with the moon out
in they trucks creepin'
With a fresh box of ecstasy pills for these

Yea, team select, collect, G's connect
Thieves direct the trees to the smoke fest
Wanna take a
Yes, the newest I'm in
I'm like Smithsonian nigga, fuck it me Napoleon
the torch, cut the head off the Leviathan
The terminology I'm rhymin' in 'cause a frenzy up in
Hit ya, I'm get ya
And drop the scripture at your Barmitzvah
Yo, map shit out, blast the speakers
With a wife on, bushes below, a new pair of sneakers
Street niggaz hang on the sidewalk, that's where I my fly talk
Pimp strut and how to sky
Moderatin' how we establish the whole
The way we honor it, never conquer it
See how we wreck, has a global effect, on Polish people
Young and down to the old and feeble
Peep them, Czechoslovakian to niggaz
Be all into my bounce so don't be botherin',
So now you should feel the whole cathedralish
Put one in your stomach you in a fetalish crouch, nigga
My vernacular is
Strategic plans'll have you lookin' wacker than a postal massacre
Is that so? moves just like a fatso
Bounce in a Minivan after my gat blow

Aiyyo, get up, get up, get
Roll up, light up, and smoke 'dro
Bitch yo' hips and bounce real slow
Niggaz rep yo' hood, I'm with
All my niggaz if you me
Yea, I see you,
All my bitches, if with me
Yea, I see you,

Yea, my whole entire mind deeper
astronomy and mathematics like Galileo
Smash you niggaz like mashed
Back when niggaz used to Ballys and Clarks
I used to watch, little shouldn't hustle nickel crack in the park
Barrels spray the flame in the dark
Blood spill stain on the street, that's how niggaz be leavin they
Fuckin' diplomats who love Bailey's
Monopolize and get other money fuckin' with Israelis
So solid how we be to a handful of niggaz
That be all schemin' on the wallet
Them type that be conspirin' and kidnappin'
Shit happens, gun for you in a gift wrappin'
You should how the style switch up
Like a group of religious niggaz schemin' to kill they
You big nigga actin' all hard
me Atheist, because I don't believe in you, God
It's like a grand celebratin' the bounce of the century
I the recipe quick for any type of discrepancy
Busta Rhymes the great artist and architect
Like how a Filippo Brunelleschi is so hard to get
We got the obscure for the street
Nevertheless, we split your head and your chest, now to the beat
Yo, we got the shit for the street
Nevertheless, we split your and your chest, now rock to the beat

Aiyyo, get up, get up, get
Roll up, up, and smoke that 'dro
Bitch shake yo' and bounce real slow
Niggaz rep yo' hood, I'm with
All my niggaz if you me
Yea, I see you,
All my bitches, if with me
Yea, I see you,

at me now, c'mon
Yea, Busta Rhymes, cookin' up a brown stew chicken
Dr. Dre niggaz, yea