Luyện nghe bài hát Chill

Yea, yea, this shit sound
One, two O'clock in the mornin' with the full out
Niggaz in trucks creepin'
With a box of ecstasy pills for these bitches

Yea, team select, please collect, G's
Thieves nigga direct the to the smoke fest
Wanna a toke?
Yes, the zone I'm in
I'm like Smithsonian nigga, it call me Napoleon
Wave the torch, cut the head off the
The terminology I'm rhymin' in a frenzy up in Ireland
Hit ya, I'm get ya
And drop the bomb at your Barmitzvah
Yo, map shit out, through the speakers
With a wife beater on, below, a new pair of sneakers
Street niggaz hang on the sidewalk, where I learned my fly talk
Pimp strut and how to sky
Moderatin' how we establish the conglomerate
The way we honor it, never conquer it
See how we wreck, has a global effect, on Polish people
and restless down to the old and feeble
Peep them, to Yugoslavian niggaz
Be all into my bounce so don't be botherin',
So now you should the whole cathedralish bounce
Put one in your stomach leave you in a fetalish crouch,
My is spectacular
Strategic plans'll have you lookin' wacker a postal office massacre
Is that so? Make moves like a fatso
Bounce in a Astro after my gat blow

Aiyyo, get up, get up, get
Roll up, light up, and smoke 'dro
Bitch shake yo' hips and real slow
Niggaz rep yo' hood, I'm with
All my niggaz if you me
Yea, I see you,
All my bitches, if with me
Yea, I see you,

Yea, my whole mind state deeper
Than astronomy and mathematics like
Smash you niggaz mashed potato
Back when niggaz to rock Ballys and Clarks
I used to watch, little shouldn't hustle nickel crack in the park
Barrels spray the brighter in the dark
Blood stain on the street, that's how niggaz be leavin they mark
Fuckin' with who love Bailey's
Monopolize and quickly get other fuckin' with Israelis
So solid how we be to a handful of niggaz
That be all on the same wallet
Them type niggaz be conspirin' and kidnappin'
Shit happens, gun for you in a gift wrappin'
You should how the style switch up
Like a of religious niggaz schemin' to kill they ArchBishop
You big pussy nigga all hard
me Atheist, because I don't believe in you, God
It's like a grand feast celebratin' the of the century
I tote the recipe for any type of discrepancy
Busta Rhymes the great renaissance artist and
Like how a Filippo Brunelleschi is so hard to get
We got the obscure for the street
Nevertheless, we split your and your chest, now rock to the beat
Yo, we got the obscure shit for the
Nevertheless, we split your and your chest, now rock to the beat

Aiyyo, get up, get up, get
up, light up, and smoke that 'dro
Bitch shake yo' hips and bounce real
Niggaz rep yo' hood, I'm with
All my if you with me
Yea, I see you,
All my bitches, if with me
Yea, I see you,

Holla at me now,
Yea, Busta Rhymes, cookin' up a little brown stew
Dr. Dre niggaz, yea