Luyện nghe bài hát Chill

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

Yea, select, please collect, G's connect
Thieves nigga direct the trees to the smoke
Wanna take a
Yes, the zone I'm in
I'm like nigga, fuck it call me Napoleon
Wave the torch, cut the head off the
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 out, blast through the speakers
With a beater on, bushes below, a new pair of sneakers
Street niggaz hang on the sidewalk, that's where I learned my fly
strut and how to sky walk
Moderatin' how we establish the conglomerate
The way we honor it, you'll never it
See how we wreck, has a effect, on even Polish people
Young and restless to the old and feeble
Peep them, to Yugoslavian niggaz
Be all into my so don't be botherin', niggaz
So now you feel the whole cathedralish bounce
Put one in your stomach you in a fetalish crouch, nigga
My is spectacular
Strategic plans'll have you lookin' wacker a postal office massacre
Is that so? Make moves just a fatso
Bounce in a Minivan Astro my gat blow

Aiyyo, get up, get up, get
Roll up, light up, and that 'dro
Bitch shake yo' hips and bounce 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 entire mind state deeper
Than astronomy and like Galileo
you niggaz like mashed potato
Back when used to rock Ballys and Clarks
I used to watch, niggaz shouldn't hustle nickel crack in the park
Barrels the brighter flame in the dark
Blood spill on the street, that's how niggaz be leavin they mark
Fuckin' diplomats who love Bailey's
Monopolize and get other money fuckin' with Israelis
So solid how we be symbolic to a handful of
be all schemin' on the same wallet
Them niggaz that be conspirin' and kidnappin'
Shit happens, gun clap for you in a wrappin'
You follow how the style switch up
Like a group of religious niggaz to kill they ArchBishop
You big pussy nigga all hard
Call me Atheist, I don't believe in you, God
It's like a feast celebratin' the bounce of the century
I tote the recipe quick for any of discrepancy
Busta Rhymes the renaissance artist and architect
Like how a Filippo Brunelleschi is so hard to get
We got the obscure for the street
Nevertheless, we split head and your chest, now rock to the beat
Yo, we got the obscure shit for the
Nevertheless, we split your head and your chest, now rock to the

Aiyyo, get up, get up, get
Roll up, up, and smoke that 'dro
Bitch shake yo' and bounce real slow
Niggaz rep yo' hood, I'm with
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 stew chicken
Dr. Dre niggaz, yea