Luyện nghe bài hát Re-Birth

Aiyyo God, yo, me at
The Denice Williams tonight man
Everybody there, Lattisaw
Teena Marie, man

Yeah, yeah, no
I'ma one of my baddest stallions man
You do the aight?
You know how we baby, listen

I'm at a car right now
But I'ma hit you as as I'm right over there
in front right?
(Yeah)
Okay, got you

Son who laced you the ill haircut?
Lenny, he blessed me the sharp blade
That paid, he make a pretty penny
Fo'sho, you hurt 'em the new Prada's
(True)

Check mines they royal
My shits is baby blue, they powder
(Yo' is hotter)
You hotter them frames on
Nigga you James and you stay low
You my style, babe, bro
(Yeah, dough)

Manicure, facial, glow
it if you say so; I keep you PI
That's how we break
We throwing ivory dice across the

And of that don't make him your man
y'all palm weed
We had bumping la, di, da, di
(Word?)
Shotties was blasting, pellets jumping everybody
never got me

Was cool all the park shooters, sparking bazookas
Sharpen your tutors, cause we don't pardon the
Yo son, I wouldn't my life for nothing
And ain't like you for fronting, who's the nicest?
(Nuff talking, something)

Yo, we hard hit just like Comacho and

Who's the target? Now watch how we the market
We both hard hit, just like Hagler and
Add the math, be concerned, if beef you burn

Yo, sorta like, "Poitier and Bill Cosby"
Let's do it again,' a blend, let's do it to win
My nigga, my nigga, my niggaz, my
My niggaz, my niggaz, uhh

What's today's
We had it, we let 'em hold it, we sold it
We back it, we could it
But fuck it, just let 'em it

Humduallah, Allah u Akbar, God is the
Planet Mars, we the faces
You catch us in a car without the bangers
Believe, I touched a couple of movie stars and

Indeed, one in particular, started to name her
(Ha, ha)
I was there you first pushed up and started to game her
Been a journey, certain shit just don't concern me
They hurting shit, we flip, they hire attorneys

Yo, I'ma stay custom 'til I'm old and rusting
the number of chickens that claim we fucked 'em
Bet some badda than them other funky rappers chose
I'm trying to a chick, light a spliff
(Okay)

This be like another part to life's a bitch
Write yo' lips, who's as this?
We righteousness, no mic
It's murderous, granted the right to

Yo, we hard hit just like Comacho and
Yo, we hard hit just like Comacho and

Like, Spinks and
Sorta Poitier and Cosby
Let's do it again,