Luyện nghe bài hát 4 - 5 - 6

[beanie
Ughh, ughh,
is beanie seigel
That philly cat playin' wit silly rap
Put your weight up, not your hate up,
Y'all know how I play quiet towns and tie 'em
Haters how I got a position with rock
'cause I to the lox and I listen then watch
While you still in spot, ditchin' the cops
I'm in the porsche box with fox, glistenin'
Wore steel gray, lexus,
That's an evil metal when the dog to the floor
I'm down south, for my aim is to score
cylinder, screamin' 'fuck the law!'

Got a full of gas, trunk full of cash
Hammers in the stash, scanners in the
Radar detectors, can't find us
We bubble down atl and hit the
get clubbed with some dirty south thugs
Go all out thugs, go in your thugs
Talk shit, put blood in mouth thugs
36 south stuck, on route thugs
You know how mac play, quiet town, tie it
I it now, by the pound
Might you a cue if you buy a pound
If you didn't try it then, why you try it now?
Then 'cause mac rat fire a round into your crown
I lay you and retire you clown

And I niggas, nat niggas kid a dirt
with the deuce deuce, it'll work
Bitch ass wearin' thongs and skirts
Catch 'em early in the mornin' while they to work
Hey you pretty motherfuckers stuck in the mirror
And you weak ass niggas only out the fear
I y'all softer than them feathers that they stuf in the dear
I pack two barettas, never in their ear
Twist your shit back, spit my gats is back
Pack four like a kit kat. heh, get that?
Cop by the six-pack, range rov? ' dot six that
coupe, drop six that
Buggy eye seven come shit, took the six back
Switch the double r, the double r's are, get that
You see how we play, pop on the e-way
Soakin' the seat, gettin' drunk glee
Or the sharp bar, simon, poppin' dom p
Why you chicken when you chasin' your how hot tea
Niggas flashin' back like it's they money
500 on back of a three-twenty
I'm bringin' it to any nigga tryin' to shoot (yeah)
With bullshit buggy-eyed kits and cds

[memphis
it out, yo, yo
Well, I'm a lil' nigga don't speak, I heat
Here to down your whole operation on the street
Bleek, you niggas just had to recruit this
My drewl out like a old nigga toothless
Who would they pump bleek with ritilin
Too hyped up, but weed my adrenaline
Roll day on the strip, sk in the
Hundred crack viles, playin' the
Nickel nine gleam, like this up
My squad be up, gotcha niggas' arms up
Who the fuck what? me and bean's trumped up
Witcha under seige, dillinger in the sleave
If my gun jam, you niggas on me
You them cats got the code-d's on me
I'm on to my off game, leave the stadium for in
chains and I pimp whores, stay smoked out
Shirt be out with the slums knows eight
Six to out, you eat what you spit
Motherfucker die
For you actin' tought cats, but in heart you scream
I read your body
You want and don't wanna mingle
You want a challange get it brought to for angle
shit'll slow 'em down, I bet that
Ya up front dough and six backed out, motherfucker

[foxy
fox some brick money, cop me a drop
You how I run it, 600, glassy top
Rock light gray wrist shit, flash the rocks
The red, the yellow, the green, causin' traffic
please, never freeze, gonna blast the glock
Then I show a little cleave' and breeze past the
You talk slick but suck dick for money in hand
I'm like 'bitch, I got money than your man'
While you get your scraped up, cum all on your glands
Shit, I'm in the v ballin' them tramps
Y'all hoes greasy, so I keep bitch
Rookie, fuck you know glocks and pock' books?
You know na na rock that shit, parada that
And scotch that shit, gabba that shit
points, top that shit, fuck you tryin' to aim
Pop shit, yeah, nigga, fox got that shit
You see the ice shit, can you cop that shit
Channel crocodile and ostrich shit,
You know my style, I be spendin' cash
And I'll show little dick some celebrity ass
And get 'em a brick, I what style to get them niggas shit real
Well, fuck, I let 'em and lick the tip of my shit
To remind 'em of some rose petals, candles, and
Or hydro like the nigga grew a plant in my shit
So that's what it is, that's why them hoes mad at my
See me wildin' in the four-six, stylin' on bum-ass
Goddess mc, bitches is littles foxes
See my girls' friends, they little watches
Cris? I pops it. fuckin' a nigga
Cats? I fouls on. hoes? I styles on,
Wear y'all out air y'all out
Over here? hustle from where, all out
Shit, bitch, stay down bitch
And I jigga see me here to lay down shit
I will y'all niggas, waste y'all niggas
'cause I fucked the nigga and pay niggas
Shit, the fuck