Luyện nghe bài hát Jang a Lang

- nelly) 2x
If you like big thangs, put your high as you can
Get your shit man, make no difference from you came, uh
I ain't ballin out here, no, I ain't no games
I got a new name for with change, jang a lang

(penelope)
Make way for the new breed bitch of this
Stack chips, keeps the grip why? 'cause I'm offendin 'em
nothin but cavada shit, I'm the baddest
The ice from head to toe, that plaid shit
Mo' potent I cut cocaine, through your vein
Off the hook, take a look, I'm the chick, I can't be
One name like the highest breed, papi
One drove from italy, is y'all feelin me?
Be a mistress to none, but all good to
Let me break you off a little, show you how it's
trip for this goddess, gambino got your funds
And fish are coppin flights for me to reno
I see no other way for me to you how I feel
You wanna stick and move now you're fuckin with the real
still, let this lady let loose
Keep them chips nigga or your neck'll catch a nuece

(chorus)

(murphy lee)
Now know me, I like an old school ozzie smith jersey
Old school jordans, head band says "murphy"
Stone washed, baggy as hell, double xl, the sleeve off
On my way to a few g's off
Ease off, doin thirty-five, smokin fire, makin a
I'm doin now, riskin my life
Both clients on my phone, typin on my two-way
Rollin a blunt, still drivin, lookin at
Young dude be floatin the city like cab
Professional but still keep it like allen iverson
I'm liver jay, dave and kathy and regis
Been on more mtv shows than and beavis
a stash with the gas money, fast money, me and slo down, huh
We had to buy up the town
It's like a movie, oohhweee, in a ja'causezi
Girls do what I say so I just 'em to do me

(chorus)

(keyjuan)
Ay, you know where my comes from, I spits fire
You what them girls look at dirty, my big tires
My attire forty-two denim, I sag in 'em
Dress and ride hot rides and jags in 'em
Let him talk his jazz, what's the tag gon' get
While I hit him in clutch time, roll up his time
"no more herb", no such line, "uh oh" is my line
I'm hungry like a hobo in lunch lines
Crossed the gun line, boss, like ray and
I know niggas that make they money then pay broads
I'm from the lou, new, I'm a make my laws
When I up on the show lot, it be, it's like pause
(ay, where yo' at? )
outside you wanna clean it?
(ay, where yo' at? )
It's in the source, you ain't it?
(ay, yo' change at? )
You can't dirty, I'm sparklin?
Split it, fill it up, it and spark it

(chrorus)