Luyện nghe bài hát 24 Hrs.

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

Who's that six foot bald nigga from New
With the gangsta walk, the talk
Thrillin to find 'em and 'em
I'm wildin', I'm
I don't a fuck about you, and that's my feelin
I'm in a brand new house chillin
With shoeboxes of hundred dollar bills spillin
the baddest bitch, givin her the drillin
While you hangin in The Tunnel know you pussy ice
Man bein a bitch must really be
'cause alotta happy bein soft just chillin
Scenario, gun in your mouth run the platinum with the cuban link
Bracelet and the matching
And I'm too shiny V Vs glowin in ear
New gun, new jewels, new new year
Niggas think bigger than the game
I got news for you *Willy*, let's it back to Philly
So you can find roots, fuck braggin on your loot
Nigga you aint that
And a nigga can't spend no layin in the graveyard
Omigod, it really you
This can't be the same motherfucker Freddie who
I really feel his lyrics, I all his rhymes
I thought that we was cool, you he's hard to find
I rip in dark posin
As a kid got from the gods at the rally
I on the game like Ballies
And show ten hoes how to it up, get money, New York to Cali
a nigga tried 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 that nigga, tryin to me like he bigger
In Japan I'm ten figures
American, open the and let Derek in
I my silence, after ten years of supressing my violence
You was my man I you benjamins
Every time I pulled up and get you in the again
We can be friends again
You brought me tears when you my right hand off for seven long years
Now back and corrupt
new GS 400s, new Jags, and new trucks
You should see the bad bitches he fuck
While your girl look skinny like a out Daffy Duck
are real this aint N B HIGH
You aint got no balls and won't die
I'm a certified killer, with *Stock in the
Burn marks on my hands the glocks with the flame
Bumpy is my rap name, when I rhymes I hydroplane
And think about my Kane
Alotta label motherfuckers'll be
You fuckin with my money is fuckin with my head
Tryin to take my buttered
Niggas aint shit, so I'm with you Kane
Any time realness, you ready feel
I don't forget nothing, at all
So Mr. Steve Rifkind, my call
owe me for my rhymes, I come to collect
Over fifteen dollars, I'll snap your neck
And don't pay me in no check
If you don't want me to teach the meaning of
When I'm finished in game, I'll be swimming in my yard
Not at the station, looking for a job
Too many feel me spittin on a record
To be and homeless, and outside naked
I the real grimy masses
Of thugged out gun slinging asses
That up your party and chill at mine
'cause they know I got love for niggas, nine to nine there's the mind
Just remember why you like you more that 24 Hrs ahead
In 24 Hrs you'll be
You'll be