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 that 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 probably be the realest shit you ever heard...
I watching, from 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 they'll be tomorrow...
So when die, I'll have no sorrow...
Just remember those you to cross...
'cause if door gets knocked on you get knocked off

Who's six foot bald nigga from New York
With the gangsta walk, the talk
Thrillin to 'em and kill 'em
I'm wildin', I'm
I don't give a fuck about you, and my feelin
I'm in a brand new house nigga
shoeboxes of hundred dollar bills nigga spillin
Trainin the bitch, givin her the drillin
you hangin in The Tunnel know you pussy ice grillin
Man bein a bitch really be fufillin
'cause alotta niggas happy bein soft just
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 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
Nigga you aint that
And a nigga spend no money layin in the graveyard
Omigod, it really you
This can't be the motherfucker Freddie Foxxx who
I really feel his lyrics, I love all his
I thought that we was cool, you he's hard to find
I rip in dark alleys
As a kid got knowledge the gods at the rally
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 play me like a
So I shot him in his new DeNali and 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 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 pulled up and get you in the Benz
We can never be friends
You brought me tears when you took my right hand off for seven long
Now back and corrupt
new GS 400s, new Jags, and new trucks
You should see the bad that he fuck
While your girl look skinny like a smoked out Duck
Niggas are real this aint N B
You niggas got no balls and won't die
I'm a certified killer, *Stock in the Game*
Burn marks on my hands from the glocks with the
Bumpy is my rap name, when I rhymes I hydroplane
And think my nigga Kane
label motherfuckers'll be dead
You fuckin with my money is fuckin with my head
Tryin to take my bread
Niggas shit, so I'm down with you Kane
Any realness, you ready feel this
I don't nothing, nothing at all
So Mr. Steve Rifkind, my call
Niggas owe me for my rhymes, I come to
Over fifteen dollars, I'll snap your neck
And don't pay me in no fuckin
If you don't want me to the meaning of disrespect
When I'm in this game, I'll be swimming in my yard
Not at the radio station, for a job
Too many feel me spittin on a record
To be broke and homeless, and outside
I the real grimy masses
Of thugged out gun slinging asses
That shoot up party and chill at mine
'cause they know I got love for real niggas, nine to nine the mind
Just why you frontin like you more that 24 Hrs ahead
In 24 Hrs be DEAD
You'll be