Luyện nghe bài hát Holla

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

Yea, team select, please collect, G's
Thieves nigga direct the trees to the fest
Wanna take a
Yes, the newest I'm in
I'm like nigga, fuck it call me Napoleon
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 scripture at Barmitzvah
Yo, map shit out, through the speakers
With a wife beater on, bushes below, a new of sneakers
Street niggaz hang on the sidewalk, that's where I my fly talk
strut and how to sky walk
Moderatin' how we the whole conglomerate
The way we it, you'll never conquer it
See how we wreck, has a global effect, on Polish people
and restless down to the old and feeble
Peep them, to Yugoslavian niggaz
Be all into my bounce so be botherin', niggaz
So now you should the whole cathedralish bounce
Put one in stomach leave you in a fetalish crouch, nigga
My is spectacular
Strategic plans'll have you lookin' wacker a postal office massacre
Is that so? Make moves just like a
Bounce in a Minivan Astro my gat blow

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

Yea, my whole entire mind state
Than astronomy and like Galileo
Smash you niggaz like potato
Back when used to rock Ballys and Clarks
I used to watch, little niggaz shouldn't hustle nickel crack in the
Barrels the brighter flame in the dark
Blood spill stain on the street, that's how niggaz be leavin mark
with diplomats who love Bailey's
Monopolize and get other money fuckin' with Israelis
So how we be symbolic to a handful of niggaz
That be all schemin' on the wallet
type niggaz that be conspirin' and kidnappin'
Shit happens, gun clap for you in a wrappin'
You should follow how the style up
Like a group of religious niggaz schemin' to kill ArchBishop
You big nigga actin' 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 artist and architect
Like how a Filippo Brunelleschi portrait is so to get
We got the shit for the street
Nevertheless, we split your head and your chest, now 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
up, light up, and smoke that 'dro
Bitch shake yo' and bounce real slow
Niggaz rep yo' hood, I'm with
All my niggaz if you 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 stew chicken
Dr. Dre niggaz, yea