Luyện nghe bài hát 24 Hrs.

It is no 1999...
And I in a world of one track minds...
Where the industry us fashion design...
That creates MCs that rhyme...
For ten years I waited to 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 you ever heard...
I been watching, afar...
I where you live, I know who you are...
is my only scar...
And so my heart bleeds dark, tar...
So I treat my friends today like be enemies tomorrow...
So when they die, have no sorrow...
Just remember those you to cross...
'cause if your door knocked on you get knocked off

Who's that six bald nigga from New York
With the gangsta walk, the gangsta
Thrillin to 'em and kill 'em
I'm wildin', I'm
I give a fuck about you, and that's my feelin
I'm in a brand new house chillin
With shoeboxes of hundred dollar nigga spillin
the baddest bitch, givin her the drillin
While you hangin in The Tunnel know you pussy ice
Man bein a bitch really be fufillin
'cause alotta happy bein soft just chillin
Scenario, gun in your mouth run the platinum watch with the cuban
Bracelet and the matching
And I'm too V Vs glowin in your ear
New gun, new jewels, new album new
Niggas think they bigger the game
I got news for you *Willy*, let's take it back to
So you can your roots, fuck braggin on your loot
Nigga you that hard
And a nigga can't spend no money in the graveyard
Omigod, it really you
This can't be the same Freddie Foxxx 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 dark alleys
As a kid got from the gods at the rally
I slip on the game Ballies
And show ten hoes how to stack it up, get money, New to Cali
Where a nigga tried to play me like a
So I shot him in his new DeNali and drove him to the
I pushed him out the car and let him
Fuck nigga, tryin to play me like he bigger
In Japan I'm ten figures
American, the door and let Derek in
I my silence, after ten years of supressing my violence
You was my man I gave you
time I pulled up and get you in the Benz again
We can never be again
You brought me tears when you took my right off for seven long years
Now he's and corrupt
Driving new GS 400s, new Jags, and new
You should see the bad bitches he fuck
While your girl look skinny a smoked out Daffy Duck
are real this aint N B HIGH
You niggas aint got no balls and die
I'm a certified killer, *Stock in the Game*
Burn marks on my hands from the with the flame
Bumpy is my rap name, when I write I hydroplane
And about my nigga Kane
label motherfuckers'll be dead
You fuckin with my money is fuckin with my head
Tryin to take my bread
Niggas aint shit, so I'm down you Kane
Any realness, you ready feel this
I don't forget nothing, at all
So Mr. Rifkind, expect my call
owe me for my rhymes, I come to collect
Over fifteen dollars, snap your fuckin neck
And don't pay me in no check
If you don't want me to teach the of disrespect
I'm finished in this game, I'll be swimming in my yard
Not at the station, looking for a job
Too many niggas me spittin on a record
To be and homeless, and outside naked
I represent the real grimy
Of thugged out gun criminal asses
That shoot up your party and chill at
'cause they know I got love for real niggas, nine to there's the mind
Just remember why you like you more that 24 Hrs ahead
In 24 Hrs be DEAD
be DEAD