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 we'll see who'll win, and lose...
And if I had to my word...
Say this'll probably be the realest you ever 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 like be enemies tomorrow...
So when 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 bald nigga from New York
the gangsta walk, the gangsta talk
Thrillin to find 'em and '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
shoeboxes 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 alotta niggas happy bein soft chillin
Scenario, gun in your run the platinum watch 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
think they bigger than the game
I got news for you *Willy*, let's take it to Philly
So you can find roots, fuck braggin on your loot
Nigga you that hard
And a nigga can't spend no money layin in the
Omigod, it shocks you
This can't be the same motherfucker Foxxx who
I really his lyrics, I love all his rhymes
I thought that we was cool, you think he's to find
I rip in dark posin
As a kid got knowledge the gods at the rally
I slip on the like Ballies
And show ten hoes how to stack it up, get money, New York to
Where a nigga tried to me like a sally
So I shot him in his new DeNali and drove him to the
I him out the car and let him scally
that nigga, tryin to play me like he bigger
In Japan I'm worth ten
American, open the and let Derek in
I break my silence, after ten years of supressing my
You was my man I you benjamins
Every time I up and get you in the Benz again
We can never be friends
You brought me tears when you my right hand off for seven long years
Now back and corrupt
Driving new GS 400s, new Jags, and new
You see the bad bitches that he fuck
While your girl look like a smoked out Daffy Duck
Niggas are real this aint N B
You aint got no balls and won't die
I'm a certified killer, with in the Game*
Burn marks on my hands the glocks with the flame
Bumpy is my rap name, when I rhymes I hydroplane
And think about my nigga
Alotta motherfuckers'll be dead
You fuckin with my money is like fuckin my head
Tryin to take my buttered
aint shit, so I'm down with you Kane
Any time realness, you feel this
I forget nothing, nothing at all
So Mr. Steve Rifkind, my call
Niggas owe me for my rhymes, I come to
fifteen dollars, I'll snap your fuckin neck
And don't pay me in no fuckin
If you want me to teach the meaning of disrespect
When I'm finished in game, I'll be swimming in my yard
Not at the station, looking for a job
Too many niggas feel me on a record
To be broke and homeless, and outside
I the real 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, nine to nine there's the
Just why you frontin like you more that 24 Hrs ahead
In 24 Hrs be DEAD
You'll be