Luyện nghe bài hát Young Jesus

Okay, now take a trip inside my mind you was off to Venice
me and B-I-G L-N-B-O cooking like chemists
Take them back to way back when Dennis, The Menace
Causing mayhem on the come up a young apprentice
Smoking weed and getting then a flight attendant
Hip-hop descendant, gold Jesus on my
Got to pull it out for everyone that's in
Okay, back in the day as a college tenant
Still can't believe I didn't get a pregnant
Man, that's the definition of a sentence
A whole lot of beef, no bread, no
'Cause I couldn't keep it in my briefs, man that's
Fuck all back and forth, this ain't a game of tennis
I'll be in my mothafuckin' chamber like the
to go outside but I know I can't prevent it
I'm, forever in my mind
See I'm a diagnosed hypochondriac
at the crib, or on the tour bus is where you'll find me at
Yeah, I know I'm livin' like I got it okay, yeah
But I swear that I'm not that neurotic over here,

here, over here
Over here, over
Over here, over
Over here, here

Ayo, all that, it's the fat young Jesus
Flow
money and playing the field man like Regis
Better us or leave us
your bitches' cleavage like, oo-ah
I went surveying to Super Saiyan slayin' the man
Bitches want an autograph, I them titties in crayon
goddamn
It's me and B-I-G-L-N-B-O like chemists
It's me and
Posted in the club in jeans and a beanie
Sippin' on a martini, takin' my pick at bitches eenie meenie
I'm unscannable, young
Eat wack MCs like
'Cause Joe Pesci's my animal

Over here, here
Over here, over
Over here, here
Over here, here

Okay the delicious, bounty huntin' like Sid Vicious
The young Spiegle, interstellar with my
Furthest from evil, I throw shit back like medieval
I at it like a Baretta, you know I get better by givin' the people
Not a given, check the method, that's how we livin'
been driven, out of sight and yet never hidden
The of the Jedi, bitch I bet I do the show and catch a red eye
Ho I said I leave 'em dead, I I do
shit is,

Overdue, pass me the fifth and I'm through
The on the way to Rio
Aye dios mio, lookin' for a Leo
To hold a brother like the white man
that, nigga

Ayo enough, man of my word, I never bluff
Even in a pair of cuffs know we always it real
Like goddamn, don't even step like I the man
I'm just 301 reppin', second I in Maryland
I gotta conceal it like a murder
I in the glove, Ratt Pack you know it's all love
We the so fuck you if you ain't feel this
a Molotov in your crib and tell them bitches to bill us
We the
Finger fuck a critic, shit is darker than The Chronicles of
Yes I did it, they bit it, you know we got it
Smack you with the palm, save the for your mom
Sound the alarm, you know we got it on