Luyện nghe bài hát Crack A Bottle

Oooh! and gentlemen, the moment you've all been waiting for
In this corner, weighing 175 pounds, a record of 17 rapes
400 assaults, and 4 murders, the undisputed, most
Villain in the world, Shady!

So crack a bottle, let your waddle
Don't act like a snobby
You hit the lotto
Uh oh uh oh, bitches hopping in my
Got one shotgun and no not one of them got gloves

Now where's the rubbers? got the rubbers?
I noticed so many of them and there's really not that many of us
Ladies love us and my posse's kicking up
It's on till the break of dawn and we're starting this party from

Ok, go
Back when Andre, the giant, mister elephant
us, you'll just be another one bit the dust
Just one up my son who got thrown under the bus
Kiss my butt, lick my cheese from under my nuts
It disgusts me to see the the way that it looks
It's a must, I redeem my and haters get mushed
lust, man they love me when I'm laying the cut
Missed the cut, the lady give a some paper cut

Now us, it's ridiculous you curse at the thought
Cuz when I spit the verse the shit gets worse than Worcestershire
If I fit the words as picture perfect, works every time
Every verse, every line, as as nursery rhymes
elementary, the elephants have entered the room
I venture to say with the center of its true
Not to mention back a vengeance, so here's the signal
Of the bat symbol, the trio is back on you hoes

So crack a bottle, let body waddle
act like a snobby model
You hit the lotto
Uh oh uh oh, bitches in my Tahoe
Got one shotgun and no not one of them got gloves

Now where's the rubbers? got the rubbers?
I there's so many of them and there's really not that many of us
And love us and my posse's kicking up dust
It's on till the break of dawn and we're starting party from dusk

and gentlemen, Dr. Dre

They see that low rider go by like "Oh my!"
You ain't got to tell me why you're sick cuz I why
I dip through in that six trey sick 'em Dre
I'm an itch that they can't scratch, sick of me
But hey, else can I say? I love LA
Cuz over and above all, it's just day
And this one begins where the one ends
Pick up where we left off and get again

I'll be dammed, just around and crashed my Benz
Driving around a smashed front end
Let's that one in
Grab another one out the stable
The Carlo, El Camino or the El Dorado
The if I know
Do I want seats or vinyl?
Decisions, decisions, garage looks like Collision
Or Maico quake like Waco
Just keep the low, speakers away from your face though

So crack a bottle, let your waddle
Don't act a snobby model
You hit the lotto
Uh oh uh oh, bitches in my Tahoe
Got one shotgun and no not one of them got gloves

Now where's the rubbers? Who's got the
I noticed there's so many of them and there's really not that of us
And love us, my posse's kicking up dust
It's on till the break of and we're starting this party from dusk

And I take great pleasure in introducing, 50

It's after bottle
The ain't a thang when you party with me
Its what we into, it's
We ball out of control like you believe
I'm the napalm, the bomb, the Don, I'm Kong
Get rolled on, wrapped up and on
I'm so calm through Vietnam, ring the
Bring the Chandon, burn marajauan do you want

Nigga on and on till the of what
Get the paper man I'm caking you I don't give a fuck
I spend it like it don't mean
Blow it its supposed to be blown
I'm grown
I stunt I style I the shit
I gets what the fuck I want, so I trick?
Fat ass burgundy bags, classy
Jimmy Cho shoes I say move a bitch

So crack a bottle, let your waddle
Don't act a snobby model
You hit the lotto
Uh oh uh oh, hopping in my Tahoe
Got one riding shotgun and no not one of got gloves

Now where's the rubbers? got the rubbers?
I noticed so many of them and there's really not that many of us
And ladies love us, my posse's kicking up
It's on till the of dawn and we're starting this party from dusk