Luyện nghe bài hát Chill

Yea, yea, this sound like
One, two in the mornin' with the full moon out
Niggaz in trucks creepin'
With a fresh box of ecstasy for these bitches

Yea, team select, please collect, G's
Thieves direct the trees to the smoke fest
Wanna take a
Yes, the newest I'm in
I'm like Smithsonian nigga, it call me Napoleon
the torch, cut the head off the Leviathan
The I'm rhymin' in 'cause a frenzy up in Ireland
Hit ya, I'm get ya
And drop the scripture at your Barmitzvah
Yo, map shit out, blast through the
With a wife beater on, bushes below, a new 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 whole
The way we honor it, never conquer it
See how we wreck, has a global effect, on even people
Young and restless down to the old and
Peep them, Czechoslovakian to niggaz
Be all into my bounce so be botherin', niggaz
So now you should feel the whole bounce
Put one in your stomach leave you in a crouch, nigga
My is spectacular
Strategic plans'll have you lookin' wacker than a postal office
Is that so? Make moves just a fatso
Bounce in a Minivan Astro after my gat

Aiyyo, get up, get up, get
Roll up, light up, and smoke 'dro
shake yo' hips and bounce real slow
Niggaz rep yo' hood, I'm that
All my niggaz if you me
Yea, I see you,
All my bitches, if with me
Yea, I see you,

Yea, my whole entire state deeper
Than astronomy and like Galileo
Smash you niggaz like potato
Back when niggaz used to Ballys and Clarks
I to watch, little niggaz shouldn't hustle nickel crack in the park
Barrels spray the brighter in the dark
Blood spill stain on the street, that's how niggaz be leavin they
Fuckin' with diplomats who love
Monopolize and quickly get other fuckin' with Israelis
So solid how we be to a handful of niggaz
That be all schemin' on the same
Them type niggaz that be conspirin' and
Shit happens, gun for you in a gift wrappin'
You should follow how the switch up
Like a group of religious schemin' to kill they ArchBishop
You big pussy nigga actin' all
me Atheist, because I don't believe in you, God
It's like a grand feast celebratin' the bounce of the
I tote the recipe for any type of discrepancy
Busta Rhymes the renaissance artist and architect
Like how a Filippo Brunelleschi portrait is so to get
We got the shit for the street
Nevertheless, we split your 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
up, light up, and smoke that 'dro
Bitch shake yo' hips and bounce real
rep yo' hood, I'm with that
All my niggaz if you 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