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 I waited to make my move...
Now we'll see 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 know you live, I know who you are...
is my only scar...
And so my bleeds dark, like tar...
So I treat my friends today like they'll be tomorrow...
So they die, I'll have no sorrow...
remember those you decide to cross...
'cause if your door gets knocked on you get off

Who's six foot bald nigga from New York
With the gangsta walk, the gangsta
to find 'em and kill '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
With shoeboxes of hundred dollar bills nigga
Trainin the baddest bitch, givin her the
you hangin 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 mouth run the platinum watch the cuban link
Bracelet and the matching
And I'm too V Vs glowin in your ear
New gun, new jewels, new album new
Niggas think they bigger the game
I got news for you *Willy*, let's take it to Philly
So you can your roots, fuck braggin on your loot
you aint that hard
And a nigga can't no money layin in the graveyard
Omigod, it shocks you
This can't be the same Freddie Foxxx who
I really feel his lyrics, I love all his
I thought that we was cool, you think he's to find
I rip in posin alleys
As a kid got knowledge from the gods at the
I slip on the 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 him in his new DeNali and drove 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 worth ten
American, open the door and let in
I break my silence, after ten years of my violence
You was my man I gave you
Every time I pulled up and get you in the again
We can never be friends
You brought me when you took my right hand off for seven long years
Now he's and corrupt
Driving new GS 400s, new Jags, and new
You should see the bad that he fuck
While girl look skinny like a smoked out Daffy Duck
Niggas are this aint N B HIGH
You aint got no balls and won't die
I'm a certified killer, *Stock 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 Kane
label motherfuckers'll be dead
You fuckin with my money is like with my head
Tryin to my buttered bread
Niggas aint shit, so I'm with you Kane
Any time realness, you ready this
I don't forget nothing, at all
So Mr. Steve Rifkind, my call
Niggas owe me for my rhymes, I come to
Over dollars, I'll snap your fuckin neck
And don't pay me in no check
If you don't me to teach 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 niggas feel me spittin on a record
To be and homeless, and outside naked
I represent the grimy masses
Of thugged out gun slinging criminal
That up your party and chill at mine
they know I got love for real niggas, nine to nine there's the mind
Just remember why you frontin like you more 24 Hrs ahead
In 24 Hrs be DEAD
You'll be