Luyện nghe bài hát Chill

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

Yea, select, please collect, G's connect
Thieves nigga the trees to the smoke fest
take a toke?
Yes, the newest I'm in
I'm like Smithsonian nigga, fuck it call me
Wave the torch, cut the head off the
The I'm rhymin' in 'cause a frenzy up in Ireland
Hit ya, I'm get ya
And drop the bomb at your Barmitzvah
Yo, map shit out, blast the speakers
With a wife on, bushes below, a new pair of sneakers
Street niggaz hang on the sidewalk, that's where I my fly talk
strut and how to sky walk
Moderatin' how we establish the whole
The way we honor it, you'll conquer it
See how we wreck, has a global effect, on even people
Young and down to the old and feeble
Peep them, Czechoslovakian to niggaz
Be all into my bounce so don't be botherin',
So now you should feel the whole cathedralish
Put one in your stomach leave you in a fetalish crouch,
My vernacular is
Strategic plans'll have you wacker than a postal office massacre
Is that so? Make moves just like a
in a Minivan Astro after my gat blow

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

Yea, my whole entire mind state
astronomy and mathematics like Galileo
Smash you niggaz like mashed
Back when used to rock Ballys and Clarks
I used to watch, little niggaz 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 money fuckin' Israelis
So solid how we be symbolic to a handful of
be all schemin' on the same wallet
Them niggaz 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 niggaz schemin' to kill they ArchBishop
You big nigga actin' all hard
me Atheist, because I don't believe in you, God
It's like a feast celebratin' the bounce of the century
I tote the quick for any type of discrepancy
Busta Rhymes the renaissance artist and architect
Like how a Filippo Brunelleschi portrait is so 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 shit for the street
Nevertheless, we your head and your chest, now rock to the beat

Aiyyo, get up, get up, get
Roll up, light up, and smoke that
Bitch shake yo' hips and bounce 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, Rhymes, cookin' up a little brown stew chicken
Dr. Dre niggaz, yea