Luyện nghe bài hát Young Jesus

Okay, now a trip inside my mind like you was off to Venice
It's me and B-I-G L-N-B-O like chemists
Take them to way back when like Dennis, The Menace
Causing on the come up like a young apprentice
Smoking weed and getting higher then a attendant
Hip-hop descendant, gold on my pendant
Got to it out for everyone that's in attendance
Okay, back in the day as a park tenant
Still can't I didn't get a shorty pregnant
Man, that's the definition of a sentence
A lot of beef, no bread, no lettuce
I couldn't keep it in my briefs, man that's pathetic
Fuck all that and forth, this ain't a game of tennis
I'll be in my mothafuckin' chamber like the
Scared to go but I know I can't prevent it
I'm, forever in my mind
See I'm a diagnosed hypochondriac
Either at the crib, or on the tour bus is where find me at
Yeah, I know that I'm like I got it okay, yeah
But I swear that I'm not that neurotic over here,

Over here, over
Over here, over
Over here, here
here, over 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 went from surveying to Super slayin' the man
want an autograph, I sign them titties in crayon
Like
me and B-I-G-L-N-B-O cooking like chemists
It's me and
Posted in the club in jeans and a beanie
Sippin' on a martini, takin' my pick at bitches eenie meenie
I'm unscannable, cannibal
Eat wack MCs Hannibal
Joe Pesci's my spirit animal

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

the flow delicious, bounty huntin' like Sid Vicious
The Spiegle, interstellar with my retrieval
Furthest from evil, I throw this back like medieval
I spit at it like a Baretta, you I get better by givin' the people
Not a fuck given, check the method, how we livin'
been driven, out of sight and yet never hidden
The Return of the Jedi, I bet I do the show and catch a red eye
Ho I I leave 'em dead, I know I do
This is,

Overdue, pass me the fifth and I'm comin'
The on the way to Rio
Aye mio, lookin' for a Latin Leo
To hold a brother like the white man
that, nigga

Ayo enough's enough, man of my word, I never
Even in a of cuffs know we always keep it real
Like goddamn, even step like I ain't the man
I'm just 301 reppin', second I in Maryland
I gotta it like a murder weapon
I kept in the glove, Ratt you know it's all love
We the realest so fuck you if you ain't feel
Throw a Molotov in your crib and tell 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
Smack you the palm, save the back for your mom
the alarm, you know we got it goin' on