Luyện nghe bài hát Chill

Yea, yea, this shit sound
One, two in the mornin' with the full moon out
in they trucks creepin'
With a fresh box of ecstasy pills for bitches

Yea, team select, collect, G's connect
nigga direct the trees to the smoke fest
Wanna a toke?
Yes, the zone I'm in
I'm like nigga, fuck it call me Napoleon
Wave the torch, cut the head off the
The terminology I'm rhymin' in 'cause a up in Ireland
Hit ya, I'm get ya
And drop the bomb at your Barmitzvah
Yo, map shit out, blast through the
With a wife beater on, bushes below, a new of sneakers
niggaz hang on the sidewalk, that's where I learned my fly talk
Pimp and how to sky walk
Moderatin' how we the whole conglomerate
The way we honor it, you'll never it
See how we wreck, has a global effect, on even people
Young and down to the old and feeble
Peep them, Czechoslovakian to niggaz
Be all into my so don't be botherin', niggaz
So now you should feel the whole cathedralish
Put one in your leave you in a fetalish crouch, nigga
My vernacular is
Strategic plans'll you lookin' wacker than a postal office massacre
Is that so? Make moves like a fatso
Bounce in a Minivan Astro my gat blow

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

Yea, my whole mind state deeper
Than astronomy and mathematics Galileo
Smash you niggaz like potato
Back when used to rock Ballys and Clarks
I used to watch, niggaz shouldn't hustle nickel crack in the park
Barrels spray the flame in the dark
Blood spill stain on the street, that's how niggaz be leavin they
with diplomats who love Bailey's
Monopolize and get other money fuckin' with Israelis
So solid how we be to a handful of niggaz
That be all on the same wallet
Them niggaz that be conspirin' and kidnappin'
Shit happens, gun clap for you in a wrappin'
You should how the style switch up
Like a group of religious niggaz schemin' to kill ArchBishop
You big nigga actin' all hard
me Atheist, because I don't believe in you, God
It's a grand feast celebratin' the bounce of the century
I tote the recipe for any type of discrepancy
Busta Rhymes the great renaissance artist and
Like how a Filippo portrait is so hard to get
We got the obscure shit for the
Nevertheless, we split head and your chest, now rock to the beat
Yo, we got the obscure for the street
Nevertheless, we split your head and your chest, now to the beat

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

Holla at me now,
Yea, Busta Rhymes, cookin' up a little brown chicken
Dr. Dre niggaz, yea