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 MCs that 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 probably be the shit you ever heard...
I watching, from afar...
I know you live, I know who you are...
Redemption is my 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 you decide to cross...
'cause if your gets knocked on you get knocked off

Who's that six foot bald nigga New York
With the walk, the gangsta talk
Thrillin to 'em and kill 'em
I'm wildin', I'm
I don't a fuck about you, and that's my feelin
I'm in a new house nigga chillin
With shoeboxes of dollar bills nigga spillin
Trainin the baddest bitch, her the drillin
While you hangin in The Tunnel 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
and the matching necklace
And I'm too shiny V Vs in your ear
New gun, new jewels, new album new
think they bigger than the game
I got news for you *Willy*, let's take it to Philly
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 be the same motherfucker Freddie 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 from the gods at the rally
I slip on the like Ballies
And ten hoes how to stack it up, get money, New York to Cali
Where a nigga tried to play me like a
So I him in his new DeNali and drove him to the valley
I him out the car and let him scally
Fuck that nigga, tryin to play me like he
In Japan I'm worth ten
American, the door and let Derek in
I break my silence, after ten years of supressing my
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 took my right hand off for 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 skinny like a smoked out Daffy
Niggas are this aint N B HIGH
You aint got no balls and won't die
I'm a certified killer, with in the Game*
marks on my hands from the glocks with the flame
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 like fuckin my head
to take my buttered bread
Niggas shit, so I'm down with you Kane
Any time realness, you ready this
I forget nothing, nothing at all
So Mr. Steve Rifkind, my call
Niggas owe me for my rhymes, I to collect
Over fifteen dollars, I'll your fuckin 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 this game, I'll be swimming in my
Not at the radio station, for a job
Too many feel me spittin on a record
To be and homeless, and outside naked
I represent the real masses
Of thugged out gun slinging 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 why you frontin like you more that 24 Hrs ahead
In 24 Hrs be DEAD
You'll be