Luyện nghe bài hát 24 Hrs.

It is no 1999...
And I live in a world of one minds...
Where the industry feeds us design...
That creates MCs cannot 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 be the realest shit you ever heard...
I watching, from afar...
I where you live, I know 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 when they die, I'll no sorrow...
Just remember you decide to cross...
'cause if your gets knocked on you get knocked off

Who's that six bald nigga from New York
With the walk, the gangsta talk
Thrillin to find 'em and 'em
I'm wildin', I'm
I don't give a about you, and that's my feelin
I'm in a brand new house chillin
With of hundred dollar bills nigga spillin
Trainin the baddest bitch, her the drillin
While you in The Tunnel know you pussy ice grillin
Man a bitch must really be fufillin
'cause niggas happy bein soft just chillin
Scenario, gun in your mouth run the platinum with the cuban link
Bracelet and the necklace
And I'm too shiny V Vs glowin in ear
New gun, new jewels, new new year
Niggas think they bigger the game
I got news for you *Willy*, take it back to Philly
So you can your 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 Foxxx who
I really feel his lyrics, I all his rhymes
I thought we was cool, you think he's hard to find
I rip in dark alleys
As a kid got knowledge from the gods at the
I on the game like Ballies
And show ten hoes how to it up, get money, New York to Cali
Where a nigga tried to me like a sally
So I shot him in his new DeNali and him to the valley
I him out the car and let him scally
Fuck nigga, tryin to play me like he bigger
In Japan I'm ten figures
American, open the door and let in
I break my silence, after ten of supressing my violence
You was my man I gave you
Every I pulled up and get you in the Benz again
We can be friends again
You brought me tears when you my right hand off for seven long years
Now he's back and
new GS 400s, new Jags, and new trucks
You see the bad bitches that he fuck
While your girl look skinny like a smoked out Daffy
Niggas are real this aint N B
You niggas aint got no and won't die
I'm a certified killer, *Stock in the Game*
Burn marks on my hands from the glocks with the
is my rap name, when I write rhymes I hydroplane
And think my nigga Kane
Alotta motherfuckers'll be dead
You fuckin with my money is like fuckin with my
to take my buttered bread
Niggas aint shit, so I'm with you Kane
Any time realness, you ready feel
I don't nothing, nothing at all
So Mr. Rifkind, expect my call
Niggas owe me for my rhymes, I come to
Over fifteen dollars, I'll snap 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 swimming in my
Not at the station, looking for a job
Too many niggas feel me on a record
To be and homeless, and outside naked
I represent the grimy masses
Of out gun slinging criminal asses
That up your party and chill at mine
'cause they know I got love for real niggas, to nine there's the mind
Just remember why you frontin like you that 24 Hrs ahead
In 24 Hrs you'll be
be DEAD