Luyện nghe bài hát Holla

Yea, yea, this shit like
One, two O'clock in the mornin' the full moon out
Niggaz in they creepin'
With a fresh box of pills for these bitches

Yea, select, please collect, G's connect
Thieves nigga direct the trees to the smoke
Wanna a toke?
Yes, the newest I'm in
I'm like Smithsonian nigga, fuck it call me
the torch, cut the head off the Leviathan
The I'm rhymin' in 'cause a frenzy up in Ireland
Hit ya, I'm get ya
And the bomb scripture at your Barmitzvah
Yo, map shit out, blast the speakers
With a wife beater on, bushes below, a new pair of
Street niggaz hang on the sidewalk, that's where I my fly talk
Pimp and how to sky walk
how we establish the whole conglomerate
The way we honor it, you'll conquer it
See how we wreck, has a global effect, on even Polish
Young and restless to the old and feeble
them, Czechoslovakian to Yugoslavian niggaz
Be all into my so don't be botherin', niggaz
So now you should feel the cathedralish bounce
Put one in stomach leave you in a fetalish crouch, nigga
My vernacular is
Strategic plans'll have you lookin' wacker than a postal office
Is so? Make moves just like a fatso
Bounce in a Minivan Astro my gat blow

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

Yea, my whole entire state deeper
Than astronomy and like Galileo
Smash you niggaz mashed potato
Back niggaz used to rock Ballys and Clarks
I used to watch, little niggaz shouldn't hustle crack in the park
Barrels the brighter flame in the dark
Blood spill stain on the street, that's how niggaz be leavin mark
Fuckin' with who love Bailey's
Monopolize and get other money fuckin' with Israelis
So solid how we be symbolic to a of niggaz
That be all schemin' on the same
Them type that be conspirin' and kidnappin'
Shit happens, gun clap for you in a wrappin'
You follow how the style switch up
Like a group of religious niggaz schemin' to they ArchBishop
You big pussy nigga actin' all
Call me Atheist, I don't believe in you, God
It's a grand feast celebratin' the bounce of the century
I tote the recipe quick for any of discrepancy
Rhymes the great renaissance artist and architect
Like how a Brunelleschi portrait is so hard to get
We got the shit for the street
Nevertheless, we split your head and your chest, now rock to the
Yo, we got the obscure shit for the
Nevertheless, we your head and your chest, now rock to the beat

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

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