Luyện nghe bài hát Pick-Cha

(Long the King)

yo picture God a perfect cut
or bein the motha man without even tryin
livin like im dead to the world with tickets yo and
my hair is in a perm so i can have a curl
man its a on my shoulder can i kill it?
man wakin up the bacon and eggs up in the skillett
man can you it?
i cut you like a midget
and when you see me make you feel just like a prision
im a (lizard?)

i want the in the fire
so it is paint a picture fuck up my desire
you said you want style ill give you style with drug flava
i make a pimp dance by shottin at his gatas
pickin up the n dimes like Jackal and Hide
the bounty is for me up at Mt. Zine
its primetime whos gon shine from the raw
picture a rollercoaster up in a mind
real have wings in the sky
silently out man please dont die
man to the thick of it all
man the brods
man tellin ya
but ya fall
sayin my name King James no pad adriatic
im paranoind but really panic
the life afta say its colder then the packers
all and the damn in the world is not a factor
man indeed
the game with a mouth ta feed
i make a 360 spin homie the weed
the weed
roll the
live the king
we take a situation to run an organizarion
man bustin like a (?)
cooperation man seven years is what hes
now hes more gangsta 'cause hes rollin wit da nation
now (?)
then i will like greedy Gretchin
man hear the of my priffesion
is Secession of illegal
up in a dot
my mexican she drank two coronas
and she know the ayatolah
im movin the clouds
youd better hold me
im smokin weed and im g'd and ta clown
i love ta see you
you I spit it
to get it
to it
to it
to air mail it to yo
im electical current
the reffereant
(??)
because its gonna hit the
man pitches the of me
the bitches
and all up sayin write the scriptures
it gets
'cause mentally cursed
youre livin in a
it hurts but baby yeah you know it works
long live the
live the king