Luyện nghe bài hát Jang a Lang

- nelly) 2x
If you big thangs, put your hands high as you can
Get your shit man, make no difference from you came, uh
I ain't ballin out here, no, I ain't playin no
I got a new for niggas with change, jang a lang

(penelope)
Make way for the new breed bitch of this
Stack chips, keeps the pistol grip 'cause I'm offendin 'em
nothin but cavada shit, I'm the baddest
The ice from head to toe, with that shit
Mo' than I cut cocaine, through your vein
Off the hook, a look, I'm the chick, I can't be tamed
One name like the highest breed, capche?
One home from italy, is y'all feelin me?
Be a mistress to none, but all to some
Let me break you off a little, show you how it's
Eyes trip for goddess, gambino got your funds
And some fish are coppin flights for me to
I see no other way for me to you how I feel
You wanna stick and move now you're fuckin with the deal
Hold still, let this lady let
Keep them chips comin nigga or your neck'll catch a

(chorus)

(murphy lee)
Now y'all me, I like an old school ozzie smith jersey
Old school jordans, band that says "murphy"
Stone washed, baggy as hell, double xl, the sleeve off
On my way to a few g's off
Ease off, thirty-five, smokin fire, makin a right
I'm doin thirty now, my life
Both clients on my cell phone, on my two-way
Rollin a blunt, drivin, lookin at movies
Young dude be floatin the like cab drivers
Professional but still it real like allen iverson
I'm liver than jay, dave and kathy and
Been on more mtv than butthead and beavis
Keep a with the gas money, fast money, me and slo down, huh
We almost had to buy up the
like a movie, oohhweee, doobies in a ja'causezi
Girls do what I say so I just 'em to do me

(chorus)

(keyjuan)
Ay, you where my change comes from, I spits fire
You know what them girls look at dirty, my big
My attire forty-two denim, I sag in 'em
eyes and ride hot rides and jags in 'em
Let him talk his jazz, what's the tag get 'em?
While I hit him in clutch time, roll up his time
"no more herb", no line, "uh oh" is my punch line
I'm hungry like a hobo in lunch lines
the gun line, boss, like ray and claud
I know niggas make they money then pay they broads
I'm the lou, kinda new, I'm a make my laws
When I pull up on the lot, it be, it's like pause
(ay, yo' range at? )
It's outside you clean it?
(ay, where yo' at? )
in the source, you ain't seen it?
(ay, yo' change at? )
You can't dirty, I'm sparklin?
Split it, it up, wrap it and spark it

(chrorus)