Luyện nghe bài hát 24 Hrs.

It is no 1999...
And I live in a of one track minds...
Where the industry feeds us design...
That creates MCs cannot rhyme...
For ten I waited to make 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 been watching, afar...
I where you live, I know who you are...
Redemption is my scar...
And so my bleeds 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 foot bald nigga from New
the gangsta walk, the gangsta talk
Thrillin to '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 brand new house nigga
shoeboxes of hundred dollar bills nigga spillin
Trainin the baddest bitch, 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 cuban
and the matching necklace
And I'm too V Vs glowin in your 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 find your roots, fuck braggin on your
Nigga you aint that
And a nigga can't spend no money layin in the
Omigod, it shocks you
This be the same motherfucker Freddie Foxxx who
I really feel his lyrics, I love all his
I thought that we was cool, you think he's hard to
I rip in dark posin
As a kid got from the gods at the rally
I slip on the game like
And show ten how to stack it up, get money, New York to Cali
Where a nigga tried to play me 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 that nigga, to play me like he bigger
In Japan I'm ten figures
American, open the door and let in
I break my silence, ten years of supressing my violence
You was my man I gave you
Every time I 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 seven years
Now he's 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 real aint N B HIGH
You niggas aint got no and won't die
I'm a certified killer, *Stock in the Game*
marks on my hands from the glocks with the flame
Bumpy is my rap name, I write rhymes I hydroplane
And think about my Kane
label motherfuckers'll be dead
You fuckin my money is like fuckin with my head
Tryin to take my bread
Niggas aint shit, so I'm down with you
Any time realness, you ready this
I don't forget nothing, at all
So Mr. Steve Rifkind, expect my
owe me for my rhymes, I come to collect
Over fifteen dollars, I'll snap fuckin neck
And don't pay me in no check
If you don't want me to the meaning 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 broke and homeless, and naked
I the real grimy masses
Of thugged out gun slinging asses
That shoot up your and chill at mine
'cause they I got love for real niggas, nine to nine there's the mind
Just remember why you frontin you more that 24 Hrs ahead
In 24 Hrs you'll be
be DEAD