Luyện nghe bài hát Fat Gold Chain

[erick
Whoo! uhh, ah ah, ayahhh, ahh ahh ahh
And you stop, ahh ahh, word is bond, word is bond
Now the sound from the ghetto
E double and too $hort, the fuck you thought?
I come with the ruckus, my thing when I swing
I'm born to mack, strapped, with the black gat
Who out there I swear boy wanna get
Roll up, and catch a slug to the chest, so
I the talk, walk the walk, now nigga
hundred s drivin with hand on trigger
Crazy lestat, check my track
Everything I touch is gold eighteen years old
So what that I rolled the blunt
And puff the indo in it, I trip in a minute
Crazy holy doctor holdin me I be rockin b
Sewin up like monopoly, nobody's me
Dig it, funkdafied like brat, how's
I and move on tracks while I smoke a twenty sack
Who said the e can't rock? bullshit
my dick and get a big fat lick of my balls
You wanna brawl? I thought not
You might get beat down and stomped like
Your girl, keith sweat, I wanna fuck her
Psych, I already her
Huh, I got rhymes to make your head swell up
Here's an icepack - homeboy the hell up
I rock the mic with too $hort, y'all niggaz know happenin
Everything he goes platinum
Eyeeaaaah!

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

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

$hort]
Like some true pioneers, don't forget it nigga