Luyện nghe bài hát Freestyle

Uh, uh, uh
Niggaz gettin on, what's all the fuss about?
Suckin my dick so hard, I'm bustin in they
And I snuff em out, four to the mid', fuck what I did
With no regard for a bid, ripped you up, while you wit kid
Slid into the shadows, I'm dark like that
I bark like that, jet black, but I spark like
Where are they at, I get thirsty, shit
a nigga strong enough to stand the worst it gets
Bits, and pieces are all thats left
Niggaz so to death, they hold they motherfuckin breath
Til I pass, cause asked/assed, and I smelled em
The t-h-e-m, I spelled em
To make me have to one, eye up, lump up one head
Catch a body with the shottie, up one dead
Red alert, niggaz is about to get hurt, do
To skirts, a jag on the merk, arf
Night time is the time for creepin
Vandalize your crib, rape your wife while sleepin
I been off the deep end, since I was
That's why now, I'm such a demon!
Screamin, my bloody head off, on my mind I gotsta get off
Can't even a joint, lest I let off
A couple of rounds, from the big pound, seven
That's about hundred as of now

The-sin-be-plenty-before-the-age-of-20 like nice and smooth*
Life worth a penny in, my book faggot
That's why I took shit, I'm a crook faggot
Fat leather jackets, I bag it, along with
The jewels smackin tools out the hands of
On the strength that they know what they holdin
Niggaz caught me tail end the weight that I be sewin
up cause I get up, off my ass and skate
Makin more moves than u-haul, from to state
I speak the great, and if a nigga you different
You turn around you ask the nigga, "the is you be sniffin? "
Cause it come to riffin, I am the riff raffin
Gots to say nuttin, niggaz know get had

Motherfucker, funk flex, volume three, the chapter
ryders, irv gotti, def jam..
Right here, my dogs at?
Got all for you baby I got them all
I gots all..