Luyện nghe bài hát Chill

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

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

Aiyyo, get up, get up, get
Roll up, up, and smoke that 'dro
Bitch shake yo' hips and real slow
Niggaz rep yo' hood, I'm 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 mind state deeper
Than astronomy and like Galileo
Smash you niggaz like mashed
Back when niggaz to rock Ballys and Clarks
I used to watch, little niggaz shouldn't hustle nickel in the park
spray the brighter flame in the dark
Blood spill stain on the street, that's how niggaz be they mark
Fuckin' with diplomats who Bailey's
Monopolize and get other money fuckin' with Israelis
So how we be symbolic to a handful of niggaz
be all schemin' on the same wallet
Them type niggaz that be conspirin' and
Shit happens, gun for you in a gift wrappin'
You should how the style switch up
Like a group of religious niggaz schemin' to they ArchBishop
You big pussy actin' all hard
Call me Atheist, because I believe in you, God
like a grand feast celebratin' the bounce of the century
I tote the recipe quick for any of discrepancy
Busta Rhymes the great renaissance artist and
Like how a Filippo portrait is so hard to get
We got the obscure shit for the
Nevertheless, we split your head and your chest, now to the beat
Yo, we got the obscure for the street
Nevertheless, we split 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 real slow
rep yo' hood, I'm with that
All my if you with 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 little brown stew
Dr. Dre niggaz, yea