Luyện nghe bài hát Holla

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

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

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

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

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

at me now, c'mon
Yea, Busta Rhymes, cookin' up a little brown chicken
Dr. Dre niggaz, yea