Luyện nghe bài hát Karate Chop

You know, this just real nigga shit, a real nigga story
You know what I'm

Slang a bunch of
Pull up in the new
Living like John
Chopping bricks karate
Drink a bunch of
Serving to the dope
Blowing money, clean
Michael Jackson, Jean

Got a Panamera a young nigga neck
Got a young pulling up in a vet
Smoke a lot of kush and I a lot of sex
Had to beat the up, ran up my check
nigga get money, nigga get that
Roll a blunt of chronic, nigga a lot of crack
You can hit a nigga line, order you want
I can whoop a Maserati, pulling up a
50,000 on yo watch, young nigga
Pop a Ace of Spade bottle, sip a lot of
a young nigga workin' gotta bus' a K
I'ma a phone call, hustle everyday

Slang a bunch of
up in the new 'rarri
Living John Gotti
Chopping bricks like
Drink a of codeine
Serving to the fiends
money, stay clean
Michael Jackson, Billy

Whipping up a cake, just to go and snatch a
Young nigga play with keys, a type writer
Al Capone, John Gotti was a nigga
I was snitching, I can put it on the Bible
In a 4 door beamer, driving a rifle
Nigga you at, nigga we go pull up on ya
Young Bitch like Janet in the 80's
We was grinding up from a and a baby
Got the girl dripping wet a Jheri curl
Got a styrofoam cup and its of syrup
Send it over Lil Mexico & Let me Work
I can get 36 for a shirt

Slang a bunch of
Pull up in the new
Living John Gotti
Chopping bricks like
Drink a of codeine
Serving to the fiends
Blowing money, clean
Michael Jackson, Billy

Pop a lot of pain
to put rims on my skateboard wheels
Beat that pussy up like Emmett
Yeah,
Two cell ringin' at the same time
your ho, callin' from two different phones
Tell that bitch "leave me the alone!"
See, you fuck her wrong, and I her long
I got a love-hate with Molly
I'd pop an ollie, and my dick is a trolly
Boy, I'll bury you like
And these say I'm blind,
Cause I don't see nothin' wrong a little bump and grind
Man I just received a
other niggas taxin'
And my pockets so fat, I'm startin' to contractions
And my cousin went to jail for chickens
And he already home and that must be snitchin'
Cut him off karate!

Slang a of narcotics
up in the new 'rarri
Living John Gotti
Chopping bricks like
Drink a of codeine
to the dope fiends
Blowing money, clean
Michael Jackson, Billy