Luyện nghe bài hát Chrome Wheels

Woke up morning, smoked some sticky green to get me started
Chocolate Thai, all in my eye, I'm never
Bang us in your cars, us in your 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 love my to death
old hip-hop, catch this Hot Nix', you know? Big tits

I love my brother to death, 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 catch her like a on the Mets

A nigga high off a dime Gates and Best
grandmother live on Louis and Lex
I remember Dirt Dog crashed his Lex
I remember me and Meth won a dice game
Ghost and Deck remember Portland had Drex'

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

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

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

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

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

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

We gamble the dice, remain humble, scramble
The jungle of life while I rumble with the foul and
fired on the block in threes like Glen Rice
Made men think twice about the
Black on white, write it for the world to

it for my fam who not here who do care
Glance and stare, why when you can't
From the of my feet to the end of my hair
Move rear, cop the steel bare, groove to the snare
Bass and drums, see my in the slums

Pedia Brown, media my sound
you see me in the hood of ya town, respect my sound
Sample black, criminal, chemical rap
Assemblin' hat, in a suit from Phat
Two on da Road, got bitches screamin, "Who Dat?"
Two with the plaques, two with the gats, it's like

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

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 that retarded
Two on da road, Bobby Digital a gangsta, yeah
No, no, no, no, no, no, no