Luyện nghe bài hát Young Jesus

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

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

Ayo, fuck all that, it's the fat Jesus
prestigious
Stackin' money and playing the field man Regis
Better believe us or us
Grabbin' your cleavage like, oo-ah
I went surveying to Super Saiyan slayin' the man
Bitches want an autograph, I sign them in crayon
goddamn
It's me and B-I-G-L-N-B-O cooking like
It's me and
in the club in baggy jeans and a beanie
Sippin' on a martini, my pick at bitches like eenie meenie
I'm unscannable, cannibal
Eat wack MCs like
'Cause Joe my spirit animal

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

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

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

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