Luyện nghe bài hát Chill

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

Yea, team select, please collect, G's
Thieves nigga direct the trees to the smoke
Wanna take a
Yes, the zone I'm in
I'm like Smithsonian nigga, fuck it call me
Wave the torch, cut the head off the
The terminology I'm in 'cause a frenzy up in Ireland
Hit ya, I'm get ya
And drop the bomb at your Barmitzvah
Yo, map out, blast through the speakers
With a wife beater on, bushes below, a new pair of
Street niggaz hang on the sidewalk, that's where I learned my fly
Pimp strut and how to sky
Moderatin' how we establish the whole
The way we honor it, never conquer it
See how we wreck, has a global effect, on even people
Young and down to the old and feeble
Peep them, Czechoslovakian to niggaz
Be all into my bounce so be botherin', niggaz
So now you should feel the cathedralish bounce
Put one in your stomach you in a fetalish crouch, nigga
My is spectacular
Strategic plans'll have you lookin' wacker than a office massacre
Is that so? moves just like a fatso
Bounce in a Minivan Astro my gat blow

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

Yea, my whole entire mind state
Than astronomy and like Galileo
you niggaz like mashed potato
Back when used to rock Ballys and Clarks
I used to watch, little niggaz hustle nickel crack in the park
spray the brighter flame in the dark
Blood spill on the street, that's how niggaz be leavin they mark
with diplomats who love Bailey's
Monopolize and quickly get other money fuckin' with
So solid how we be symbolic to a of niggaz
be all schemin' on the same wallet
Them type that be conspirin' and kidnappin'
Shit happens, gun for you in a gift wrappin'
You follow how the style switch up
a group of religious niggaz schemin' to kill they ArchBishop
You big nigga actin' all hard
Call me Atheist, I don't believe in you, God
It's like a grand celebratin' the bounce of the century
I tote the recipe for any type of discrepancy
Busta Rhymes the great artist and architect
Like how a Filippo portrait is so hard to get
We got the shit for the street
Nevertheless, we split your head and your chest, now to the beat
Yo, we got the obscure for the street
Nevertheless, we split your head and your chest, now rock to the

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