Luyện nghe bài hát Karate Chop

You know, this some real nigga shit, a real nigga story
You what I'm saying?

a bunch of narcotics
Pull up in the new
Living like Gotti
Chopping bricks karate
a bunch of codeine
Serving to the dope
Blowing money, stay
Michael Jackson, Billy

Got a Panamera round a young nigga
Got a young bitch up in a vet
Smoke a lot of and I have a lot of sex
Had to beat the grind up, ran up my
Bitch get money, nigga get that
a blunt of chronic, nigga sell a lot of crack
You can hit a line, order what you want
I can a Maserati, pulling up a donk
50,000 on yo watch, young splurge
Pop a Ace of Spade bottle, sip a lot of
Keep a young nigga workin' bus' a K
take a phone call, hustle everyday

Slang a of narcotics
Pull up in the new
Living like Gotti
Chopping bricks karate
a bunch of codeine
Serving to the dope
Blowing money, clean
Jackson, Billy Jean

Whipping up a cake, just to go and snatch a
Young nigga with keys, like a type writer
Al Capone, John was a nigga idol
I was snitching, I can put it on the Bible
In a 4 door beamer, with a rifle
Nigga where you at, nigga we go up on ya
Young Bitch looking like in the 80's
We was up from a tube and a baby
Got the girl dripping wet like a curl
Got a styrofoam cup and its full of
Send it over from Lil Mexico & Let me
I can get 36 for a shirt

Slang a bunch of
up in the new 'rarri
Living like Gotti
Chopping like karate
Drink a of codeine
Serving to the fiends
Blowing money, clean
Michael Jackson, Jean

Pop a lot of pills
'Bout to put on my skateboard wheels
Beat that pussy up like Emmett
Yeah,
Two phones ringin' at the same time
That's your ho, callin' from two different
Tell that bitch "leave me the alone!"
See, you fuck her wrong, and I fuck her
I got a love-hate relationship Molly
I'd pop an ollie, and my dick is a trolly
Boy, bury you like Halle
And hoes say I'm blind,
Cause I don't see nothin' with a little bump and grind
Man I received a package
Them other taxin'
And my pockets so fat, I'm startin' to feel
And my cousin to jail for them chickens
And he home and that nigga must be snitchin'
Cut him off karate!

a bunch of narcotics
Pull up in the new
Living like John
bricks like karate
Drink a bunch of
Serving to the fiends
Blowing money, clean
Michael Jackson, Billy