Luyện nghe bài hát Chill

Yea, yea, shit sound like
One, two O'clock in the mornin' with the moon out
Niggaz in they creepin'
With a fresh box of pills for these bitches

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

Aiyyo, get up, get up, get
Roll up, up, and smoke that 'dro
Bitch yo' hips and bounce real slow
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,

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

Aiyyo, get up, get up, get
Roll up, light up, and smoke 'dro
Bitch yo' hips and bounce real slow
rep yo' hood, I'm with that
All my niggaz if you 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