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 cooking like chemists
Take back to way back when like Dennis, The Menace
Causing on the come up like a young apprentice
Smoking weed and getting higher a flight attendant
Hip-hop descendant, gold on my pendant
Got to pull it out for that's in attendance
Okay, back in the day as a college park
Still can't I didn't get a shorty pregnant
Man, that's the 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 back 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 prevent it
I'm, alone in my mind
See I'm a diagnosed hypochondriac
Either at the crib, or on the tour bus is you'll find me at
Yeah, I know I'm livin' like I got it okay, yeah
But I that I'm not that neurotic over here, yeah

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

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

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

Okay the flow delicious, huntin' like Sid Vicious
The Spiegle, interstellar with my retrieval
Furthest from evil, I throw 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 driven, out of sight and yet never hidden
The Return of the Jedi, bitch I bet I do the show and a red eye
Ho I said I leave 'em dead, I I do
shit is,

Overdue, pass me the fifth and I'm comin'
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 never
Even in a of cuffs know we always keep it real
Like goddamn, don't even step like I the man
I'm 301 reppin', second I step in Maryland
I gotta conceal it like a murder
I kept in the glove, Ratt Pack you know all love
We the realest so fuck you if you ain't feel
Throw a Molotov in crib 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
you with the palm, save the back for your mom
Sound the alarm, you know we got it on