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 cooking chemists
them back to way back when like Dennis, The Menace
Causing mayhem on the up like a young apprentice
Smoking weed and getting then a flight attendant
Hip-hop descendant, gold Jesus on my
Got to pull it out for everyone that's in
Okay, back in the day as a park tenant
Still 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 couldn't keep it in my briefs, man pathetic
Fuck all back and forth, this ain't a game of tennis
be in my mothafuckin' chamber like the senate
Scared to go but I know 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 that I'm livin' I got it okay, yeah
But I swear that I'm not neurotic over here, yeah

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

Ayo, all that, it's the fat young Jesus
Flow
Stackin' money and playing the man like Regis
believe us or leave us
Grabbin' your bitches' cleavage like,
I from surveying to Super Saiyan slayin' the man
Bitches an autograph, I sign them titties in crayon
goddamn
It's me and B-I-G-L-N-B-O cooking like
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, cannibal
Eat MCs like Hannibal
'Cause Joe Pesci's my animal

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

the flow delicious, bounty huntin' like Sid Vicious
The young Spiegle, interstellar my retrieval
Furthest from evil, I throw this shit back medieval
I spit at it like a Baretta, you know I get better by givin' the
Not a given, check 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 and catch 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 mio, lookin' for a Latin Leo
To a brother down like the white man
Fuck that,

Ayo enough's enough, man of my word, I bluff
in a pair of cuffs know we always keep it real
Like goddamn, don't even 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 this
a Molotov in your crib and tell them bitches to bill us
We the
Finger fuck a critic, shit is darker than The Chronicles of
Yes I did it, they bit it, you know we got it
Smack you with the palm, the back for your mom
Sound the alarm, you know we got it on