Luyện nghe bài hát 24 Hrs.

It is no 1999...
And I live in a world of one minds...
the industry feeds us fashion design...
That creates MCs cannot rhyme...
For ten years I to make 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 shit you 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 like they'll be enemies tomorrow...
So when they die, 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
With the gangsta walk, the talk
to find 'em and kill 'em
I'm wildin', I'm
I don't give a fuck you, and that's my feelin
I'm in a new house nigga chillin
With shoeboxes of hundred dollar bills nigga
Trainin the bitch, givin her the drillin
While you hangin in The know you pussy ice grillin
Man bein a bitch must really be
'cause alotta happy bein soft just chillin
Scenario, gun in your mouth run the platinum watch with the link
Bracelet and the necklace
And I'm too V Vs glowin in your ear
New gun, new jewels, new album new
Niggas they bigger than the game
I got for you *Willy*, let's take it back to Philly
So you can find roots, fuck braggin on your loot
you aint that hard
And a nigga can't spend no layin in the graveyard
Omigod, it shocks you
This be the same motherfucker Freddie Foxxx who
I feel his lyrics, I love all his rhymes
I thought we was cool, you think he's hard to find
I rip in posin alleys
As a kid got knowledge from the gods at the
I slip on the game Ballies
And show ten hoes how to it up, get money, New York to Cali
Where a nigga to play me like a sally
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 he bigger
In I'm worth ten figures
American, the door 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 be friends again
You brought me tears when you my right hand off for seven long years
Now he's back and
Driving new GS 400s, new Jags, and new
You should see the bad bitches he fuck
While your look skinny like a smoked out Daffy Duck
Niggas are real aint N B HIGH
You niggas aint got no balls and die
I'm a certified killer, with *Stock in the
Burn marks on my from the glocks with the flame
Bumpy is my rap name, when I write rhymes I
And think about my nigga
label motherfuckers'll be dead
You fuckin with my is like fuckin with my head
to take my buttered bread
Niggas shit, so I'm down with you Kane
Any time realness, you feel this
I don't nothing, nothing at all
So Mr. Steve Rifkind, my call
owe me for my rhymes, I come to collect
Over fifteen dollars, I'll your fuckin neck
And pay me in no fuckin 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 feel me on a record
To be and homeless, and outside naked
I the real grimy masses
Of thugged out gun slinging criminal
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 like you more that 24 Hrs ahead
In 24 Hrs you'll be
You'll be