Luyện nghe bài hát Pass the 40

Nigga, come off, check this out, check out
all this shit y'all talkin' ain't got no frills
We'll the 40 around and we'll see who's got some skills
I if you got 'em you got 'em and if you don't
(I got skins, got skins)
You're over, so Mista Lawnge, listen, I this brew to you
I'm gonna some out for my man pee-wee
(Pee-wee)
And do you gotta do, all right black, bust it

I'm the sugar dick daddy, fuck you think
Pass the 40 by me, 'cause you know I don't drink
I remain sober I drop a hit
But I put gum in my ass 'cause I like to pop
When it to pullin' gums I might do it
But put your guard up black and I'm a run through it
Don't sleep on the side, thinkin' I'm easy to
I'll be up in that ass like a bike seat

And when it to boning, I'm Mr. Erecticy
come by the crib for a free histerectomy
I've got a dick that I brag about, I put it in then I drag it out
Girls, be the special friend see
'Cause man suffers from pseudo-penis envy
I do damage, oh, uhm
The dick is guarantied to make you come
Now I pass the 40 'cause you from me
So, go get a forklift

Well I'm too young for 40's, and too young for
The thing I'm not too young for is the stunts
The girlies, the ladies, I love them with a
But back to the mic I'm always down for action
Many M.C.'s fall to the dust, some will
I bust and I crush, you can't touch
I'm the child of the wild, the of the Nile
I gave you of chances still ya fuck with this style
Now that you know, Chi-ali can't be
the 40 'cause my mother's not lookin'

Yo give me that, kid, you pah will put you in the
to hot diggity dog
bow wow wow wow wow
Yipity yie yo, yipity yo yie
dog is rockin' it and
Yes, I'm here to stay
Pass me 40, pass me to 40, it if you may
Because my Jimmy is and yes I have a hoe to slay

And when I'm funkin' it the they go huhhh
When I'm funkin' the they go huhhh
You'll drink the 40, I drink a staught
And I see you home, I'm out
You baby Chris, pass me the to the car
I'm late for my menage-a-trois

Pass it, tap it, and crack it
Take a swig or down it like a pig
You too tipsys to operate rig
I'm a mike, you suckers I in flight
Here's a D.W.I. for drivin' drunk with the
From Chi to Lawnge and all those in fight
your grip 'cause you're holdin' it to tight
I'll take a body count, I know my body count is
Five drunk niggers from my left to my
And maybe you hope I'm with tonight

But it's all right, yo' it's all
So my grip is getting weak
Grab the 40 so I can you speak

I live large, and Limos
Spent most of my refusin' bullshit demos
Can you understand, do you you
let me explain I'm the A and R man
Dave Gossett, yes I it
I rip the mic and I pockets
Don't me, ask the sheep see
They got the money, think it's
scoopin' all the honey

Opps, I to say hoes, broke my own rhyme
What'cha know, uh oh
I see a stroblelite hoe, I gotta go, I go
Yo Dres, your turn
Act like gonnarhea and baby burn

Step the booth and give 'em proof
That black don't need Jack to get loose
And rip a roof, the too
You're in my fuckin' way so
And let a nigga get
Honeys me close
'Cause my are on display
So, I play 'em like and take a ho a day

I pull 'em like a dentist, mold 'em a teacher
Knock 'em like a bowler, 'em like a preacher
Step, get a man, go to school, a band
It no difference whether
Dre's is that of brother
That will hit ass forever 'cause I'm clever, ever
Have I, ever, my sight
Or said, "Mike when I this night"

Not talkin' chicken
But if finger lickin'
I will let it be
bite the bone
Micraphon's I like 'em 'cause let me amplify
So reach for the sky, you know you can't fly
But still you up higher, a black sheep is your desire
Then you look up at me 'cause I'm a frequent

So now you got chief, grief will be your
I sport a full metal jacket, your beef some lo mein
'Cause I'mm like a swinger, singin' like a singer
I'm lookin' for your or your ho so did you bring her
Ah I'm just bullshittin', time for quittin'
There's money to be made and booty to be
and you will see, Dre's that's who I be
A divine incline of mine is time