Luyện nghe bài hát 24 Hrs.

It is no 1999...
And I live in a of one track minds...
Where the industry feeds us design...
creates MCs that cannot rhyme...
For ten years I to make my move...
Now see who'll win, and who'll lose...
And if I had to my word...
Say this'll probably be the realest shit you heard...
I watching, from afar...
I know where you live, I who you are...
Redemption is my scar...
And so my heart dark, like tar...
So I treat my friends today they'll be enemies tomorrow...
So they die, I'll have no sorrow...
Just remember those you to cross...
'cause if your door gets knocked on you get off

Who's that six foot bald nigga from New
With the walk, the gangsta talk
to find 'em and kill 'em
I'm wildin', I'm
I don't give a fuck about you, and that's my
I'm in a new house nigga chillin
With shoeboxes of hundred dollar bills spillin
Trainin the bitch, givin her the drillin
While you hangin in The know you pussy ice grillin
Man bein a bitch really be fufillin
alotta niggas happy bein soft just chillin
Scenario, gun in your mouth run the platinum watch with the link
Bracelet and the matching
And I'm too shiny V Vs glowin in ear
New gun, new jewels, new album new
Niggas think they than the game
I got news for you *Willy*, let's take it to Philly
So you can find your roots, fuck braggin on your
Nigga you aint that
And a nigga spend no money layin in the graveyard
Omigod, it really you
This can't be the same motherfucker Freddie who
I really feel his lyrics, I love all his
I thought we was cool, you think he's hard to find
I rip in posin alleys
As a kid got knowledge from the at the rally
I on the game like Ballies
And show ten hoes how to stack it up, get money, New to Cali
Where a nigga to play me like a sally
So I shot him in his new DeNali and him to the valley
I pushed him out the car and let him
Fuck nigga, tryin to play me like he bigger
In Japan I'm worth ten
American, the door and let Derek in
I my silence, after ten years of supressing my violence
You was my man I gave you
Every time I up and get you in the Benz again
We can never be friends
You brought me when you took my right hand off for seven long years
Now he's back and
Driving new GS 400s, new Jags, and new
You should see the bad that he fuck
While your girl look skinny like a out Daffy Duck
are real this aint N B HIGH
You niggas aint got no and won't die
I'm a certified killer, with *Stock in the
Burn marks on my hands from the glocks with the
Bumpy is my rap name, when I write rhymes I
And about my nigga Kane
Alotta label motherfuckers'll be
You fuckin with my money is fuckin with my head
Tryin to my buttered bread
Niggas aint shit, so I'm down you Kane
Any realness, you ready feel this
I forget nothing, nothing at all
So Mr. Rifkind, expect my call
owe me for my rhymes, I come to collect
Over dollars, I'll snap your fuckin neck
And don't pay me in no fuckin
If you don't want me to the meaning of disrespect
When I'm finished in this game, I'll be in my yard
Not at the station, looking for a job
Too niggas feel me spittin on a record
To be broke and homeless, and naked
I represent the real masses
Of out gun slinging criminal asses
That shoot up your party and chill at
'cause they I got love for real niggas, nine to nine there's the mind
Just remember why you like you more that 24 Hrs ahead
In 24 Hrs be DEAD
You'll be