Luyện nghe bài hát Chill

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

Yea, team select, collect, G's connect
Thieves nigga direct the trees to the fest
Wanna a toke?
Yes, the newest I'm in
I'm Smithsonian nigga, fuck it call me Napoleon
Wave the torch, cut the head off the
The terminology I'm rhymin' in a frenzy up in Ireland
Hit ya, I'm get ya
And drop the bomb at your Barmitzvah
Yo, map shit out, blast through the
With a beater on, bushes below, a new pair of sneakers
Street niggaz on the sidewalk, that's where I learned my fly talk
strut and how to sky walk
Moderatin' how we establish the conglomerate
The way we it, you'll never conquer it
See how we wreck, has a global effect, on even Polish
Young and restless down to the old and
Peep them, to Yugoslavian niggaz
Be all into my bounce so don't be botherin',
So now you should feel the whole cathedralish
Put one in your leave you in a fetalish crouch, nigga
My is spectacular
plans'll have you lookin' wacker than a postal office massacre
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 that 'dro
shake 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 state deeper
Than astronomy and like Galileo
Smash you niggaz mashed potato
Back when used to rock Ballys and Clarks
I used to watch, little niggaz shouldn't hustle crack in the park
Barrels spray the flame in the dark
Blood spill stain on the street, that's how be leavin they mark
Fuckin' with diplomats who love
Monopolize and quickly get other money fuckin' Israelis
So solid how we be to a handful of niggaz
That be all schemin' on the wallet
type niggaz that be conspirin' and kidnappin'
Shit happens, gun clap for you in a wrappin'
You should follow how the style up
a group of religious niggaz schemin' to kill they ArchBishop
You big pussy nigga actin' all
Call me Atheist, I don't believe in you, God
like a grand feast 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 portrait is so to get
We got the shit for the street
Nevertheless, we split your head and your chest, now to the beat
Yo, we got the obscure shit for the
Nevertheless, we split your head and chest, now rock to the beat

Aiyyo, get up, get up, get
Roll up, light up, and smoke that
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 you're me
Yea, I see you,

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