Luyện nghe bài hát Chill

Yea, yea, this sound like
One, two O'clock in the mornin' with the full out
Niggaz in they creepin'
a fresh box of ecstasy pills for these bitches

Yea, team select, collect, G's connect
Thieves nigga the trees to the smoke fest
Wanna take a
Yes, the newest I'm in
I'm Smithsonian nigga, fuck it call me Napoleon
Wave the torch, cut the off the Leviathan
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 the speakers
With a wife beater on, below, a new pair of sneakers
niggaz hang on the sidewalk, that's where I learned my fly talk
Pimp and how to sky walk
Moderatin' how we establish the conglomerate
The way we honor it, never conquer it
See how we wreck, has a global effect, on even Polish
Young and down to the old and feeble
them, Czechoslovakian to Yugoslavian niggaz
Be all into my bounce so don't be botherin',
So now you should feel the whole bounce
Put one in your stomach you in a fetalish crouch, nigga
My vernacular is
Strategic plans'll have you wacker than a postal office massacre
Is that so? Make moves just like a
Bounce in a Minivan after my gat blow

Aiyyo, get up, get up, get
Roll up, light up, and that 'dro
Bitch yo' hips and bounce 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,

Yea, my whole entire state deeper
Than astronomy and mathematics Galileo
Smash you niggaz like potato
Back when niggaz used to rock Ballys and
I used to watch, little niggaz shouldn't nickel crack in the park
Barrels spray the brighter in the dark
Blood spill stain on the street, that's how niggaz be leavin mark
Fuckin' with who love Bailey's
Monopolize and quickly get money fuckin' with Israelis
So solid how we be symbolic to a of niggaz
That be all schemin' on the wallet
Them type niggaz that be and kidnappin'
Shit happens, gun clap for you in a wrappin'
You should follow how the style up
Like a group of religious niggaz schemin' to kill they
You big pussy nigga all hard
Call me Atheist, I don't believe in you, God
It's like a grand feast celebratin' the of the century
I tote the recipe for any type of discrepancy
Rhymes the great renaissance artist and architect
Like how a Brunelleschi portrait 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 to the beat

Aiyyo, get up, get up, get
up, light up, and smoke that 'dro
Bitch shake yo' hips and 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,

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