Luyện nghe bài hát Prelude To A Come Up

Geeyeah, Soul Assassins two times, 'em
Geeyeah, Cypress three times, come on

Infiltration be our operation for chasin'
Cross the seven seas eased, clockin' much
Penetration, you know we gets busy, no
Greenery, hand-picked, from my own
Feels the heat, the sombrero
To any that's tryin' to, stop the dineros
with, senoritas, like Charro
Get off tequila lay low till tomorrow

Follow, my flow, get the and go
Call my B-Rizzy in Mexico City
Loose lips ships, faker faces got guilt
mean to call you late, I need a hideout till
Cool, homey, I'll bring some fuckin'
The homey smuggle me lines in a trunk
Just like a I'm free in a land
With no extradition treaty, I'm out, geyeah

Shit is on the motherfuckin' Hill God
Shit is on the motherfuckin' Hill God
With the from off the Hill

B-Really killin' the Phillie now can you feel me the
Soul Assassin committee, the shitty never thrill me
You silly bitches respect, neglect money
You funny or broke, it's a joke, your nose is runny
Got my main man, Mr. Rocho kickin' the
From the Eastside, where it's loco the poco

the two G's, breakin' the leaves of cheese, makin' the bacon
You it sizzle got your hands ready for the takin'
Evading the pigs, my crib, I'm mad lib
And I wanna live and I'm givin' the message the lesson
Flippin' shit, and I'm keepin' 'em they all stressin'
Hit the lullaby, no confession, we in

Shit is on the motherfuckin' Hill God
Shit is on the motherfuckin' Hill God
Shit is real on the motherfuckin' God
Shit is real on the motherfuckin' God
the crew from off the Hill

We's beez the three amigos, skates nickel plates
Under the seat and we goes coast, west coast, anybody killer
Assassins gets the cash and smash
Who the glocks like uno and dos?
Makin' your disappear like a ghost
One time's tryin' to me, harassin' me
to send me to the penitentiary

In the nighttime, niggaz are creepin' you sleepin'
And the beat, just keeps on into the street
While you I'm meetin' and greetin' the people speakin'
And the motherfuckers who's seekin' to catch, ruckus
you suckers no luckers overdub us, nut hug us
You love us, you can't stop, these mad hustlers

Shit is real on the Hill God
Shit is real on the Hill God
is real on the motherfuckin' Hill God
Shit is real on the Hill God
is real on the motherfuckin' Hill God