Luyện nghe bài hát Ali

[MC
I'm in it (okay)
Hit big cash, I'll it witch'all
Win at the casino bitch, I'm it all (hey)
Leave in my Spreewells for y'all
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)
Compared to my
You're more or less recycled, career's on
it comin though
If there's anyone or that's potent enough, I wanna know
Gorilla, and I'm iller, than a of
and Belve', a big bagger killer
Popcorn popper, won't stop 'til I cop
to get the whole world fucked up
I'm out of M-I, so I say "Whatupdoe"
niggaz put it on the flow

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

[MC
Uhh, nothin but Cuervo Gold and cold Coronas
Plug with esse's that live in Arizona
Yeah, put it in bubble 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, it's for me to let go

Tecs blow Del Rio - from 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
Fuck slack (NIGGA) we can rumble out in floods
We fuck by choice but fight we can
I'm good with the mic, but I'm with my hands
I for bangin, unless the ass hangin
My last name Kelly, but give me brain bitch, c'mon

[Chorus Two:
The name of my crew is D..
You got some pills in your pocket, I want.. too}
You got a knock boy, I got.. {one too}
And I'm ballin on y'all like is..
You got a Tab in hand, I got.. {one too}
You got a gun on waist, I got.. {one too}
You got a Roley on your wrist, I want.. {one
And I'm pullin my to get..

This is high octane that within block range
Nothin but cold blood flow in my hot
My aim with the pistol ain't the issue
Got the title, "Battle Disciple" to diss you
Let's get to The Source mics all I need black
Cause 5 together, only makes feedback
I'm what every rapper like beeswax
Snatch a rapper out his Timbs like stems on sacks
(He's back!) Bitch, I left
step has been Proof to the fact that I'm evidence
that co-co locos
The flame slow flow the snow blow and they roll 'dro
My tendencies to spit, end MC's quick
Pass they sips, enemies get ripped
The penalty in vially, your dissolve
The is wild, mentally I'm foul
The entity now, howls instead of
Already raw, lookin for shook ones to set 'em down
Don't worry my record sales
(I know ain't the same Proof that's in D12!)
Damn skippy, my hands grab a mic
Any man gifted stand it, it's battle night
Soon as I get in the booth, the truth
ain't for the Billboards, this is strictly for you

[Chorus