Luyện nghe bài hát Juice

Give me, give me, me the juice
Give me, give me, me, give me the juice

Another day in the life, no time for I'm tryin' to cake,
stakes survival, increasing my fire rate
Eyes dilated, aim my sight fly
If I ever my record to see the light of day
I'mma find a way, of the world need a lift
If we carry bags I we gon' need a tip,
You're to give my man but I don't need a disk,
With the grip of tracks, really nothing for me to skip,
We the of a better breed and you never read and
you never see it son that's, if'n you ever see us,
My nemesis, why you being a
Ill be seein' sights sippin on with seoritas,
Pro political peace, let 'em
With a Palestinian, or Lebanese,
Behold the horse I'm paler to be
I'm tryin to some while I'm sailing the seven seas
I float my friends, my enemies and we
Constantly in the for energy,
I rock steadily in the spot or not
Pushin' my pronouns for plenty a pop,
I'm guap my man I got plans
To cop away and lay in in the hot sand,
I the Ledge', playin' my Roxanne,
Another dollar day in the rock band,
juice!

Give me, give me, give me the
Give me, me, give me the juice

out of the casket, I woke from madness,
I've in the media feeding off the sadness,
If any an enemy rattling as if,
He ready for Armageddon now wet him in
I've been in the back bitch, playing the
Surprised realize the size of my dick,
They and criticize the lines of my shit,
Straddle up on a iron alone and you dick,
Better get him a stretcher, an mask,
Socks and gym bags, box of Fast,
I dead weight, got a lot to get past,
For all hate, I'm about to get cash,
I ain't got a chain yet, you're hearing the vet,
Could say I'm lucky I made it out of a train wreck,
Want me to speed it up motherfucker it ain't
It's Godemis idiots study up on on the check!
I zone in the canvas, I'm in the paint, ain't -- ready
I spray or eight I'm alive to aim steady
It's like me and Jason using the 'chete,
So 'Raw' I'm 'Delirious' nigger it Eddie!
It don't matter I chatter at all to y'all,
The new is out of an old catalog,
The instinct is that of an old dog,
Who might been good on that day but he got it all
juice!

Give me, me, give me the juice
me, give me, give me the juice

Wakin' him up, the fuck
Outta Pagans that are mating
hate and sick lust,
Eatin' bloody steak and bacon Satan
They can be taken by Yates
And I'm this blade in his guts,
to us sleknov raisin' a cup here's to,
Layin' the blade who bathin' in blood Bedlam,
Might ya psyches dead for life he bled
But Ike said to knife Negras!
Bright ran away for the I'm a sinner
my inner light when I stray see the fright,
I generate ... I innovate in the fight incinerate a mic!
Men obey when I they disintegrate!
It's over, soul of a
Chose to be cold and ya with vulgar
S'posed to be old but the flows bolder
And hoes they clothes never holdin' they composure
juice! ... Bitch!

Give me, give me, me the juice
Give me, give me, give me the