Luyện nghe bài hát 52 Bars Part 2

1]
Body bag, bag
Photo them, they don his ass
No parol, but the I got, they done dropped his ass
No toll, headshot, his whole top a tag
act, in da cut were llamas at, copy cat
Coppas on my ass and
Ain't do it ,
know my resume, 30 poppa Bebe kid
You know who Bay Bay is
4 six,
OTF the family, even my tapin' shit
Uzi
Got a deal, coolin with my bitch
clip, for a op nigga or a goofy bitch
Get hit from my bitch
You hoes, you losin' it
Thinkin' you aluminum, you get scratched, bad, homicide
Police said my shy
Sup lo, before your ass was born I a 100 thou
Daddy on his shit, you know that boy be whillin out
You know I'm bring out
Lurkin like why hiddin out
Drama life, but my family told me to calm it down
Bro and them be bonding now
Me and my we bonding now
No cass, but that mac I got that bitch condom style
I spit like bobby brown
They know I'm a problem

We don't do that shit, that be tifflin
Cause the same bitch that eat the like she dikin
Love ya hoes, but the same we put the pipe in
She suckin dick, thats the same bitch you that night kiss
Sucka, your ass was sucka, man
If I can't make you I bet that uzi can

If you front your when that mac spit
All I know is drill, drill, drill on my pac

Yea (I'm back in!)

2]
My shootas gonna some shit
Ruthless
we do this shit
Backas on spooky shit
shit
We gon do shit
Red light, red
Got couple L on goofy shit
Goofy claiming shit
ain't even do this shit
OTF 300 300 know be GBE
Body count with that ozi on the top we stay in the league
Don't
It
No Chris Paul my Clippers him 3
You betta at
I talking tennessee

Robbin
Masked up like I'm
Mobbin shit, no Gucci Mane, niggas know we cashin up
Twist her with the its black and it spins fast as fuck
Niggas rapped a time, who'd eva thought I'd pass em' up
I'm from west hide and we bang
When be postin in cuts in the gang ways
Crangin niggas, pussy as niggas call em niggas
Free my nigga rich, he be so quick to change a nigga