Luyện nghe bài hát Thought @ Work

Yo, where the at? Lookin' at me
You wanna see Black? Then on it
And to the who think they might want it
I might your ride and dump on it
And a couple of boys to that corner of yours
And role out with a slumped on it
You see Black back son
Me and Shock up in a black Regal no
We like DEA warrants
So tell the freaks you know to whorin'
We gon' the mics and get 'em off the wall
So in here can stop snorin'
Yo the safe Money unlock it, pull it out your pocket
Ben Banniker Bay the Al Morrocan
Thought on capitals like the sovereign
Girls get your back up out the sockets
Focus, flawless, New to Europe
To where my feet ain't even touch the soil yet
a movement, the rap solution
It thumps so hard we got 'em world usin' them
Tracks Black for satisfaction
The role of captain by Samuel L. Jackson
Yo ill insanity that's and morbid
But I'm in your orbit you soul absorb it
A raw nigga won't fold or forfeit
A thorough bred enforce it
Tariq's where the at
And where the out their seats at
For Cause y'all on it
I'm like Aqua man and Brown
I'm Imhotep but don't flaunt it
Dog, reintroducing thespian
Ho-telling-est, elin-est,
Fuck getting for real, get freedom
on the grind from AM to the PM
Splash up up the X-5 B.M
Motive entertainment the mob we in
hearts, yo we not them
What up T3 nigga Bahtem
the M-Ill get home we're gonna win
First one to fall with no chin
The mic the black remain smokin'
And up in the place is wide open
For real you what I'm talking about
it out your pocket

You feel shit soon as they throw it on
You feel this joint this is your new song
You at the dancehall, you got it on
It's time to show it off so your hands up
it out yo
You feel this soon as they throw it on
You feel this joint this is new favorite song
You at the dancehall, you got it on
It's time to show it off y'all niggas whats up

Yo go the rapper of the year, year of the rap
Come South Philly where the hammers are clapped huh?
Violate and you will answer to
You a thug not really there's the to that
Lee ya, boxed silly the hands skill attack
your check flip, dismantle your trap huh?
Wanna pack handle your strap
You a schmuck type, your man in the back
Meanwhile I'm and I'm outspoken
Wild out take fools out joking
If I run out of shots I'm going out
On a date sis we going out stroking
And the shot is
The is the romantic
And to the freaks in the house if you're ready to
We can go to the flat get tantric
Yeah, you pronounce the Tariq, any questions?
Street hip-hop I bring the essence
You see pulling up deep
nothing but dimes inside of my jeep
I'm not to get in VIP cocksucker prick
Suck a dick I'mma for the fuck of it
Girls say the bro Black be on some shit
Nigga talk like you work for the
My words worth like Barnes &
Spit hot flames harm your vocal
Spit thought I'm a bomb your local
Neighborness, for a ten radius
every ghetto craving this new anthem
My brain unstable and I'm just too
I bang the best around
Who can test the when I finesse the sound
Here come the

You feel shit soon as they throw it on
You feel joint this is your new favorite song
You at the dancehall, you got it on
It's time to it off so throw your hands up
it out yo
You feel this shit soon as they it on
You feel this joint this is your new song
You at the dancehall, it's to show it off
You got it going on, y'all niggas whats up