Luyện nghe bài hát Ali

[MC
I'm in it (okay)
Hit big cash, I'll spend it
Win at the bitch, I'm spendin it all (hey)
Leave in my Spreewells spinnin for
I'm in it for y'all, is (whattup)
My contents have character, plays the
while I'm listenin to amateurs with no (uh-uhh)
to my flow
You're more or less recycled, career's on
Keep it though
If there's anyone or anybody that's enough, I wanna know
Gorilla, and I'm iller, a fifth of
and Belve', a big bagger killer
Popcorn popper, won't 'til I cop e-nough
trees to get the whole fucked up
I'm out of M-I, so I say "Whatupdoe"
Y'all put it on the flow

[Chorus MC Breed]
Hey where you gettin it from, I want.. too}
Oh you got some of those, I got.. too}
You got a broad, I got.. {one too}
And I'm a Benz that get..
Oh you got one rolled, I got.. too}
And a fat bank roll, I got.. {one
You got a house on the hills, I got.. too}
And I'm a Benz that get..

[MC
Uhh, nothin but Cuervo Gold and cold Coronas
with them esse's that live in Arizona
Yeah, put it in your nigga, know I'm on ya
Shake haters off as soon as they get on ya
Popcorn, all my perfecto
All I do is chief, hard for me to let go

Tecs blow like Del Rio - the land
of Air Force Ones, Detroit scum (cuatro cincos!)
If you want it, IF got it, the gettin is
The best thing movin a brick in the hood
I'm you would stumble out the club
your slack (NIGGA) we can rumble out in floods
We by choice but fight when we can
I'm good with the mic, but I'm with my hands
I ain't for bangin, the ass hangin
My last name ain't Kelly, but give me bitch, c'mon

[Chorus Proof]
The of my crew is D.. {one-two}
You got some pills in your pocket, I want.. {one
You got a knock baby boy, I got.. too}
And I'm on y'all like this is..
You got a Tab in hand, I got.. {one too}
You got a gun on your waist, I got.. too}
You got a on your wrist, I want.. {one too}
And I'm my heat to get..

This is high octane that bang within block
but cold blood flow in my hot veins
My shot aim with the pistol the issue
Got the title, "Battle Disciple" came to you
Let's get to The Source with mics all I need
5 mics together, only makes feedback
I'm what rapper +dread+ like beeswax
Snatch a rapper out his like stems on weed sacks
(He's back!) Bitch, I left
Every step has Proof to the fact that I'm evidence
that Detriot co-co
The slow flow where the snow blow and they roll 'dro
My tendencies to spit, end MC's quick
Pass they Hennessy sips, enemies get
The in vially, your memory dissolve
The is wild, mentally I'm foul
The entity now, howls instead of
raw, cookin lookin for shook ones to set 'em down
Don't worry about my sales
(I know this ain't the Proof that's in D12!)
skippy, my hands swiftly grab a mic
Any man stand with it, it's battle night
Soon as I get in the booth, spittin the
This ain't for the Billboards, is strictly for you

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