Luyện nghe bài hát Fat Gold Chain

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Whoo! uhh, ah ah, ayahhh, ahh ahh ahh
And you don't stop, ahh ahh, word is bond, word is
Now introducin the sound from the
E double and too $hort, what the you thought?
I with the ruckus, it's my thing when I swing
I'm to mack, always strapped, with the black gat
Who out there I boy wanna get touched
up, and catch a slug to the chest, so duck
I talk the talk, the walk, now nigga
Five s drivin with hand on trigger
Crazy lestat, check my track
Everything I touch is gold since years old
So what that mean? I the blunt
And puff the indo smoke in it, I trip in a
Crazy holy doctor holdin me 'cause I be b
Sewin up monopoly, nobody's stoppin me
Dig it, funkdafied like brat, that?
I stick and on tracks while I smoke a twenty sack
Who said the e rock? that's bullshit
Suck my dick and get a big fat lick of my
You wanna brawl? punk I not
You might get beat down and like sasquatch
Your girl, like keith sweat, I fuck her
Psych, I stuck her
Huh, I got to make your whole head swell up
Here's an - homeboy shut the hell up
I rock the mic with too $hort, y'all niggaz what's happenin
he touch goes platinum
Eyeeaaaah!

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I made a a million in a week
And every nigga on the got a tape playin me
You can't it? erick sermon, rollin with $hort
Rolled from all the way to new york
In big benzes, g it up
Now we to squash all that east/west stuff
We spent years in the studio makin tracks
Signed a bunch of niggaz with some tight ass
It's like father dom, it's like murray
millionaires but it ain't no hurry
Cause we all in it for the run
I won't leave the studio a song's done
And ain't nuthin really hard gettin my cash
A big fat house a million stashed
You other niggaz got rap game distorted
Givin dat's to the label, gettin shorted
you gettin paid, but I can't tell
You rappin in my ear and got me mad as hell
You talk a good but I don't believe in you
You smoked a lotta but I got mo' weed than you
I guess I see you on the in the meanwhile
Another face in the crowd bustin
you could be in the light
Promoters pay me ten g's to breathe on the mic
Bitch! dawg puttin it down with the e double

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Shhhhh! you me of my fat gold chain
Some of are just small change
Be a boss true true game
yeah
Dig y'all, my music is dangerous
Atomic dog, coming through the smog with $hort
Ahhh! quick with the trig be nimble
I shoot like g mob goes liftin through my
Chik chik pow! how you me now?
The man in the mirror it get no clearer
dawg, the e double, and breed we roll thick
Like girls in c.a.u. with the power-u
Owww! is the key to fame
So I can live it up with the girls on soul
The impact, major league dough dave justice
Yo breed, dawg, show em how we bust this

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Like some true pioneers, don't forget it some