Luyện nghe bài hát 300 Bars

Ladies and gentlemen, I'm that you could make it out
It's kinda funny how this whole came about
I got shit on my mind it's time to break it out
So grab a seat and pay to what I'm sayin now
You the deal, mic check, 1, 2
This shit'll be the same soon I come through
Because Im for respect it's a must that I get it
So I'ma kill it from the 1st to the 14th
Uhh, 300 Bars had to up a Benjamin
I got em feelin my shit like "let 'em in"
I in, gripped up the mic
Now the locked out like a dick to a dike
You're fucking right I gotta stay in my
Like a heaven to you? Cause I'm creatin' my own
Ya see, I'm proud to be a fuck up and I'm makin' it
that shit is straight infected in my veins and my bones (Ya know?!)
I'll let you hear wild thoughts that I wrote down
Cause I've been up for days like I'm coked out
I never slow it down, push it to the man
How could I give a fuck if I don't even a damn?
I'm just a man I ain't claiming that I'm
I'm a fucking low life til I'm burstin'
Cause I'm an underdog about to levitate
And kill it they callin' me a hip hop heavy-weight
You in the of a mother fuckin' defect
Contaminated a curse as a reject
I'm mixing pills while I'm chugging down a full
Why the fuck you think they me a Role Model??
Its Rama mothafucka, I you heard my name
If someone killed ya city I'm the one you turn to
Cause every time I come around you know sure to rain
So the weather for this mid-west hurricane
I'm rhymin' a lot and I'm coming to
I know these times are tough but, really.. are they not?
Now you could find me running right up to that number one
Cause I mean it when I said this is all that I got,
I'm hot.. but still you know my flow is
And yeah I came a long way but more to grow
Its time to blow, these motherfuckers shaking when I'm in
they try to stop me, shit like "here we go again.."
But go ahead, ain't a way that you hold me down
I'll leave you on the ground like a fuckin' clown
You fuck while I'm in it to win it
So take a look, you see throne? In a year I'm gon' be sittin' in it
Im sick of everything, Im living through an
A fucking out but rappin' is my academic
I came to wreck it now my future beautiful
Cause I ain't work a 9 to 5 in a cubicle (Fuck that)
real shit and its a pretty simple conversation
I've got one life and I really wanna waste it
And to be honest theres alotta big I'm chasin
If you a new fan, Welcome to the Nation
This shit has got me going off the
I used have the thoughts but lost them all
But still I'm on a fucking I dont pause or stall
I keep it moving cause I can't afford the to fall
Uh, Now you you say that I'm a magical man
I'm grabbin a crayon to scribble up a plan
And oh yeah, You're damn right I'm out the cage
and take a deeper look as we turn the page.

This life's a trick, I'm the treat
People lookin at me crazy, but nothing to me
You should see their fuckin' faces I rock it live
I'm turning heads like Ill Mind of 5
Now this the that you notice that I'm dope in every kind of way
And now these record givin' me the time of day
They wanna see I got, so while I rhyme away
I'm making sure they're double takes with every line I say
Thats right boy see this is what I do
Oh you in my lane? I'm thinking who the fuck are you??
Then I kick ya to the side your ass belong
You see that used to be me.. but now the past is
So I'm attacking the throne, cause shit I'm back, and know
That I'm bad to the bone and now you see me packin a
I rap I go, up in the back, mackin' a hoe
Their mad.. I'm laughin as I'm tappin' it though
But yo, what can I say, women love the way the track slappin'
So I dont even need a bed to make the magic
I just press and let the product do the talkin'
A couple tracks later, got that bitches booty
I'm puffin' cannabis and chillin back up in the
up my rhymes, thinking like an rap fanatic
This is cinematic lookin' like a motion pic
I wrote the script for you to see the way I and spit
My thoughts coming back in the scene
I got a pocket full of nothin' and I'm lacking the
I'm of the cash and all the prices that I had to pay
Its the worse I feel, the more I put it on display
I'm always back and forth with the good and bad
I the grip of all the shit of which I coulda' had
Cause I've nothing but a prick but I might as well
Why would I you if I don't even like myself?
I'm back smokin' on a cigarillo
I'm feeling down and out flickin' ashes on the
I'm out the window staring at the moon light
Sippin' on the 40 how to get my mood right
I'm feeling I'm living life in the rain
But still I fail to see the of even fighting the pain
And it I used to want to go to heaven now I'm holding out
So tell em' how it's going down.

(When I die it I wanna go to hell
Case I'm a of shit, It aint hard to fuckin' tell
It make sense goin' to heaven with the goodie goodies
dressed in white, I like black timbs and hoodies)

(Yeah you got right)
And a matter of fact, tell God that I wanna
Put that shit up on my and we could do it tonight.. (Psyche)
But really I could give a fuck or less
So whats next on this road to success
I never for shit I'm busy climbing to the top
My never stop, rhyme until I fuckin drop
They used to hate it and now bump it all around the block
I got the key for me to win and now I the lock
So check it.. I'm never dwelling on the
I hear The Beatles singing when they me to 'Let It Be'
And if you doubted me I bet feeling dumb now
If you don't like me then click the fuckin' thumbs down
And quit the bitchin' I'm just to rock
These stupid really need to get up off my cock
For real, somebody needs to try to find another to feed 'em
Like where the fuck is Sandusky when you need him
I'm a skitzo
Going the struggle but still givin you hits though
You think I'm whack You could go to hell and rot
you ain't nothing but a joke, like a rent-a-cop
Now I don't to be a prick,
But if I wanna be 'Rich' I gotta be a 'Dick'... right?
I love life but I'm having these sick thoughts
Coming through the mic a flow fatter than Rick Ross.

So now I'm up at dawn and workin' an Ese
seven days a week and I don't ever take a rest day
You rappers out, now you gettin' less pay
Claimin' you a "G" but begin it an F.A.
Ya get it?
Cause you a fag man
Like god damn.. why you tryin' to another man?
my bad but shit I gotta be the realest,
The illest, You this, I tell you whatever the deal is
I'm it all and giving it back
Look at my life, I'm it bad
Sick with the way I murder a track
I do it the same anywhere I'm at
Like oh yeah, you dat, make moves like a nomad
And yo man, you so mad I'm ballin' like a gonad
You pissed off? Well Im just getting started, the kick off
The lift off, and now these women wanna my dick off
Hah, And dont be mad at me I'm not a cocky dude
But this is underground, fuck Waka Flocka tune.
You walk away then I'm the best you passed up
I'm underrated now you bitches got me up
But that's the reason that I talk
I it sicker than the aftermath when two fags fuck
I'm just a loud mouth slip into a house
Pissin' on the carpet so no to get the mops out
Just let it sink in, and if it start
tell him it was me and how I never got him even (hey!)
I'm thinking negative but trying to the positive
I'm spending all my energy and to feel the cost of it
I'm doing what I do to be by the masses
So I could bitches with big tits and asses
I'm tryna blow so I can grab a Keating-type
Bang her on a of money and tell her I'ma treat her right.
So find a way of getting by this stone wall
Oh shit, I got it; let me a quick phone call
Yo whats up doc! hey let me get Adderall
Maybe then pump a couple songs to my catalogue
I the top of the bottle open and grab em' all
Flip a middle to the world as I cap it off
Yeah, now check it out, the deal,
See I'm really not cool, but fuck it, I keep it
Cause I'm married to life you could say I got a hot date
Go ahead and hate it tell me later how my cock
Im Made, got it tatted on my body
And I'll never it down till I'm riding in a Maserati
Sippin' the wine and puffin' on the ladi-dadi
Then show it off, till claimin I'm illuminati
How do I do it? Ima it till the break of dawn
Do it on my own, nobody that I'm waitin' on
You try to step in my way then take it on
Put you on the edge, above you as you hangin' on
And fuck a mic, bitch, I'm spittin' in your
See I dont even need a to put you in your place
Hah, can I say, I'm a goddamn psycho
I got em' like "Fuck kid he's pretty tight though."
I'm just a mouth, you pussy little dick fuck
I take a drug start shittin' in the piss cup
You left me out Top 5? Go and rip your list up
If you aint even bumpin me, then cut your fuckin up
weed in my nose, and coke in my lungs (..What?)
I'm taking girl and gropin' her buns (haha)
Cause fuck it I'm broke, I got no
But I'm -- shit - I'm an ass, no pun
I got first class wit' a low class appetite
I'm lookin' for the cake and when I it Ima grab a bite
And now people say I'm rappin tight..
I in spite cause I notice that my haters gettin' mad I'm right
Attack at night, so they dont notice if Im black or
I choke em' until they turning colors like a traffic light
N I'll act before I smack ya dike
Cause you a bitch with a dick.. and they call that a hermaphrodite?
probably thinkin', "yo.. fuck this little cracker-ass,
Fuck 300 and everything that's coming after that,
And Rama sucks, shit, he even spit.."
Well three words for you motherfucker, my dick
That's why I'm sick of all rap shit
Cause all these kids talkin' so fly but forget to bring the passion
I'm seeing all this beef, What the fuck happened?
You wanna start shit? Let me hear it on some wax
I swear to god I've fuckin' had it with these twitter
Cause when I 'em they ain't doin' shit but givin' hugs
These stupid fucks talkin' shit a phone
But their Mommy tuck em in, tight up in their home (aww..)
I see you talk alotta but you bluffin', you nothin'
I smoke you the blunts that Im puffin'
I hit you in the face like the nuts that Im
On cunts that Im fuckin, OH was that cousin?
Ah it Damn, whats the fuss then?!
I know I'm up, but still I try to function
And Ill admit I'm not the dude that you should in
I'm disgusting...End of discussion.

Now it up I'm 'Dead Wrong' for the fuck of it
tried to hate it now these mother fuckers lovin' it
300 bars, 5 beats, and not a given
I'm going hard up in this bitch, you feel my dick
I'm the sickest buck that you've ever seen
Never dyin' out, steady like an evergreen
So now they see the skill that I pack
I'm feeling backed up in a wall, but I'm em back
Cause I'm the dirtbag boy comin' outta Illinois
been waiting for it so I figured I would fill the void
I check the competition.. laughin' as I watch and
Talkin' like they buzzin' but fuck it I guess I must of it
Now gimme the mic and I'ma guarantee to it right
a couple rhymes while I'm sippin on a miller light
You wanna' join me? then go and grab a one
it, get the weed hit me up and we could roll one
Yeah.. now that shit we can smoke to
I'll grab an eighth and a philly then I'ma through
the young life, never doing what we told to
You wanna' party Get the whole crew
We at the bottom, but we fillin' it love
So we pop a couple pills, while we a little bud
we livin' through the drugs, and experiment with life
We may work in to five, but our spirits in the night.. Aight..?
They try to tell me into a better place
life is nothing a race, but I set the pace
I smoke, get drunk, and I rap too
It go great, like fast food and fat dudes
Envision my listen to this intervention
Pay attention to shit in which the way it build the tension
I don't even gotta' rap like I'm ballin' out
And gimmick it with dumb ass mottos, the you talkin' bout? (YOLO)
Thats why these blogs never my songs,
God damn.. got me "where did I go wrong??"
It seems ain't like me, what the fuck is up that
to get a beat, but shit, Sap never hit me back
Come on man we was a couple months ago
But you got your money its like "damn.. where the fuck you go?!"
all good though, just think it through
Or the rhyme I write might be about you
Son you shook, Its about I made you look
damn right you a slave to a page in my rhyme book
Salute to Jones and Mobb Deep
Ima legend in the makin', no fuckin' way to stop me
Now fuck the let's take it to the last round
There ain't no quitin bring it till I pass out
So heres my last opportunity to get em
I built a name and Ima show you all the pain it
I gotta tell you man Im to be back
But I'ma it to you real for the end of the track
Now check it.. were coming to the finish going full speed
I to dig deep and let the pulse bleed
I go to battle, reminisce on every I fought
They shootin through me as Im gathering my final
I'm feeling stuck man, I'm weary
Is out there? Can anybody hear me?
I got arrested last month, what the yo
Dont mean to bitch but I could use a little though
I swear to god I gotta it through
I gotta kill it cause you know thats I came to do
N all these weak MCs? Im schoolin' em all
But I dont fuck around with them I do it for y'all
I'm the voice of the up kids who never win
They're the reason that Im always up the pen again
So Im going for the gold and doing I can
Had it all mapped out now I'm living the plan
But damn, the only that it look like this..
I put the past to rest, and blew a kiss
And I remember year I was taking my time
But now Im at the world dreamin of makin it mine
I never takin' a break, fuck that, I to dominate
I up an XR 20 so i can concentrate
Yeah, you I do it for the fans
I'ma see the day the paper is up in my pants
Go and into the sun set, puffin' on the marijuan
regretting a single thing Ill let it carry on
I got a and a dream and if it all comes true
Then I'm hookin up my family and my
Ima roll into the with a pocket full of green
Go and shop till I drop as I'm all the preme
See, I'm on the and I'm lovin' the fight
Yeah life IS a bitch but Im fuckin her
Thats why Im up in the night Im to the game
And its money pussy you could put it on my name
Ugh, My crazy attitude is leakin' the microphone
I knuckle up, steady going through the fight
And to be honest? scraping up and scarring me
But never could I leave it cause I know that a part of me
the fuck, I'm feeling trapped in my own skin
I zone in the cold wind flow in,
I'm rock and rollin', and yo, now you that
I'm and loaded to blow any moment
So the bottom to the fortune and fame
Ill be for whatever, let it poor, let it rain
Im in love with the game and it's I run it
Like what's 99 problems I just gave 'em 300