Luyện nghe bài hát Holla

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

Yea, team select, collect, G's connect
Thieves direct the trees to the smoke fest
Wanna a toke?
Yes, the newest I'm in
I'm like nigga, fuck it call me Napoleon
Wave the torch, cut the head off the
The terminology I'm in 'cause a frenzy up in Ireland
Hit ya, I'm get ya
And drop the scripture at your Barmitzvah
Yo, map out, blast through the speakers
a wife beater on, bushes below, a new pair of sneakers
Street niggaz hang on the sidewalk, where I learned my fly talk
Pimp strut and how to sky
Moderatin' how we establish the conglomerate
The way we honor it, never conquer it
See how we wreck, has a global effect, on even Polish
Young and down to the old and feeble
them, Czechoslovakian to Yugoslavian niggaz
Be all into my so don't be botherin', niggaz
So now you should feel the whole cathedralish
Put one in stomach leave you in a fetalish crouch, nigga
My vernacular is
Strategic plans'll have you wacker than a postal office massacre
Is that so? moves just like a fatso
Bounce in a Minivan after my gat blow

Aiyyo, get up, get up, get
Roll up, light up, and smoke that
Bitch shake yo' hips and bounce slow
rep yo' hood, I'm with that
All my if you with 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 mashed
Back when niggaz to rock Ballys and Clarks
I used to watch, little niggaz shouldn't hustle crack in the park
spray the brighter flame in the dark
Blood spill stain on the street, that's how niggaz be they mark
Fuckin' with diplomats who love
Monopolize and quickly get other money fuckin' with
So solid how we be to a handful of niggaz
That be all schemin' on the wallet
Them niggaz that be conspirin' and kidnappin'
Shit happens, gun for you in a gift wrappin'
You follow how the style switch up
Like a group of religious niggaz schemin' to kill ArchBishop
You big pussy nigga all hard
Call me Atheist, because I believe in you, God
It's a grand feast celebratin' the bounce of the century
I the recipe quick for any type of discrepancy
Rhymes the great renaissance artist and architect
Like how a Filippo Brunelleschi portrait is so to get
We got the obscure shit for the
Nevertheless, we split your head and your chest, now rock to the
Yo, we got the obscure for the street
Nevertheless, we your head and your chest, now rock to the beat

Aiyyo, get up, get up, get
Roll up, up, and smoke that 'dro
Bitch shake yo' hips and bounce real
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,

Holla at me now,
Yea, Busta Rhymes, cookin' up a little stew chicken
Dr. Dre niggaz, yea