Luyện nghe bài hát Chill

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

Yea, team select, collect, G's connect
nigga direct 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 'cause a up in Ireland
Hit ya, I'm get ya
And the bomb scripture at your Barmitzvah
Yo, map out, blast through the speakers
With a beater on, bushes below, a new pair of sneakers
Street hang on the sidewalk, that's where I learned my fly talk
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
them, Czechoslovakian to Yugoslavian niggaz
Be all my bounce so don't be botherin', niggaz
So now you should feel the cathedralish bounce
Put one in your stomach leave you in a crouch, nigga
My is spectacular
Strategic have you lookin' wacker than a postal office massacre
Is so? Make moves just like a fatso
in a Minivan Astro after 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 whole entire mind deeper
Than astronomy and mathematics Galileo
Smash you niggaz like mashed
Back when niggaz used to Ballys and Clarks
I to watch, little niggaz shouldn't hustle nickel crack in the park
spray the brighter flame in the dark
Blood spill stain on the street, that's how 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 of niggaz
That be all schemin' on the wallet
Them niggaz that be conspirin' and kidnappin'
happens, gun clap for you in a gift wrappin'
You should 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 grand feast celebratin' the bounce of the
I tote the recipe quick for any type of
Busta the great renaissance 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 rock to the
Yo, we got the shit 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 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 with me
Yea, I see you,

at me now, c'mon
Yea, Busta Rhymes, cookin' up a little stew chicken
Dr. Dre niggaz, yea