Luyện nghe bài hát Young Jesus

Okay, now take a inside my mind like you was off to Venice
It's me and L-N-B-O cooking like chemists
Take back to way back when like Dennis, The Menace
mayhem on the come up like a young apprentice
Smoking weed and getting higher a flight attendant
Hip-hop descendant, gold on my pendant
Got to pull it out for everyone that's in
Okay, back in the day as a college park
Still can't believe I get a shorty pregnant
Man, the definition of a life sentence
A lot of beef, no bread, no lettuce
'Cause I keep it in my briefs, man that's pathetic
Fuck all back and forth, this ain't a game of tennis
I'll be in my mothafuckin' chamber like the
Scared to go outside but I I can't prevent it
I'm, forever alone in my
See I'm a diagnosed hypochondriac
Either at the crib, or on the tour bus is where find me at
Yeah, I know that I'm livin' I got it okay, yeah
But I swear that I'm not neurotic over here, yeah

Over here, over
here, over here
Over here, over
Over here, here

Ayo, all that, it's the fat young Jesus
prestigious
Stackin' money and the field man like Regis
Better us or leave us
Grabbin' your bitches' like, oo-ah
I went from surveying to Super Saiyan the man
Bitches want an autograph, I sign titties in crayon
goddamn
It's me and B-I-G-L-N-B-O like chemists
me and B-I-G-L-N-B-O
Posted in the club in baggy jeans and a
Sippin' on a martini, takin' my pick at bitches like eenie
I'm unscannable, young
Eat wack MCs Hannibal
'Cause Joe Pesci's my animal

Over here, here
Over here, over
Over here, over
here, over here

Okay the flow delicious, bounty huntin' Sid Vicious
The young Spiegle, with my retrieval
Furthest from evil, I throw shit back like medieval
I spit at it like a Baretta, you know I get by givin' the people
Not a fuck given, check the method, that's how we
been driven, out of sight and yet never hidden
The of the Jedi, bitch I bet I do the show and catch a red eye
Ho I I leave 'em dead, I know I do
shit is,

Overdue, pass me the fifth and I'm through
The on the way to Rio
Aye dios mio, for a Latin Leo
To hold a brother down the white man
Fuck that,

Ayo enough's enough, man of my word, I never
Even in a pair of know we always keep it real
Like goddamn, don't even step like I the man
I'm just 301 reppin', I step in Maryland
I gotta it like a murder weapon
I kept in the glove, Pack you know it's all love
We the realest so fuck you if you ain't this
Throw a Molotov in your and tell them bitches to bill us
We the
Finger fuck a critic, shit is darker than The Chronicles of
Yes I did it, while they bit it, you we got it
you with the palm, save the back for your mom
Sound the alarm, you we got it goin' on