Luyện nghe bài hát Chrome Wheels

Woke up this morning, smoked sticky green to get me started
Chocolate Thai, all in my eye, I'm never
Bang us in your cars, bang us in jeep, bang that shit retarded

12 RZA, Bob Digi, Sun Zeini
P. Sunn, 12 O'Clock two on da road on
12 O'Clock, I my brother to death
That old hip-hop, this Hot Nix', you know? Big tits

I love my to death, nigga pussy to the rest
Shared a pair of Guess and an Bauer vest
A bitch Celeste I met her when I was goin'
To cash a Def Jam check she had big ass breasts
I had to her like a shortstop on the Mets

A nigga off a dime from Gates and Best
Remember grandmother on Louis and Lex
I Dirt Dog crashed his white Lex
I remember me and Meth won a dice against
Ghost and Deck remember had Clyde Drex'

12 O'Clock is a vet Big Dogs we put 'em to sleep
Keep 'em on a leash I like days in a week
Niggaz don't know the face and on my teeth
Niggaz carry a cold piece, and separate the
Ain't scared of the police

Yo, yo, jammed up, I'm crammed up in my lab
Six niggaz, six bitches, two and eight bags
One toilet, weed heads, an alcoholic and two
Niggaz on pussy and in the corner, was this brother
Who would study his lessons and how operate

The Smith and the still cut class and played hookey
Threw fresh mens in garbage cans, gave 'em
Rolled the, back of the bus with a gun in his
Big forehead, had ears like
He was than a truckload of gats
And to make the bitch cum in six minutes flat

What up kid? Stay winnin' you look good
You live in ya linen and you survived ninth innin'
The hood got us off the prop without
All my niggaz that ride provide to the end of this

Ain't but the real, yeah
Ain't but the real
nothin' but the real, yeah

Million dollar deals, rollin' on Wheels
Yeah, uh-huh, ain't nothin' but the real
This on P. Sunn, word up? Yeah, uh-huh

We gamble the dice, remain humble, through
The jungle of life while I rumble the foul and trife
Shots fired on the block in threes like Rice
men think twice about the sacrifice
Black on white, write it for the to hear

it for my fam who not here who do care
Glance and stare, why you can't compare?
From the bottom of my to the end of my hair
Move rear, cop the blue bare, groove to the snare
and drums, see my face in the slums

Pedia Brown, surround my sound
When you see me in the hood of ya town, respect my
Sample black, criminal, chemical rap
hat, laced in a suit from Phat
Two on da Road, got them screamin, "Who Dat?"
Two with the plaques, two with the gats, like that

Woke up this morning, smoked some sticky to get me started
Chocolate Thai, all in my eye, I'm broken-hearted
Bang us in your cars, bang us in your jeep, bang shit retarded
Two on da road, Bobby Digital he's a gangsta,
No, no, no, no, no, no live it up, it up oh, no, no, no, yea, yea, yea

Woke up this morning, smoked sticky green to get me started
Chocolate Thai, all in my eye, I'm never
Bang us in your cars, bang us in your jeep, bang that retarded
Two on da road, Bobby Digital a gangsta, yeah
No, no, no, no, no, no, no