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)
in my Spreewells spinnin for y'all
I'm in it for y'all, is (whattup)
My contents have character, the background
I'm listenin to amateurs with no stamina (uh-uhh)
Compared to my
You're more or less recycled, on idle
it comin though
If there's anyone or anybody that's potent enough, I wanna
Gorilla, and I'm iller, a fifth of
Hennessy and Belve', a big bagger
Popcorn popper, won't stop I cop e-nough
trees to get the world fucked up
I'm out of M-I, so I say "Whatupdoe"
niggaz 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.. {one
You got a broad, I got.. {one too}
And I'm drivin a 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.. {one
And I'm drivin a that get..

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

Tecs blow Del Rio - from the land
of Air Ones, Detroit scum blow (cuatro cincos!)
If you want it, IF got it, the is good
The best thing like a brick in the hood
I'm wishin you would stumble out the
Fuck 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 nice my hands
I ain't for bangin, unless the ass
My last name Kelly, but give me brain bitch, c'mon

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

This is high octane that bang block range
Nothin but cold blood in my hot veins
My aim with the pistol ain't the issue
Got the title, "Battle Disciple" came to you
Let's get to The Source with mics all I black
Cause 5 mics together, 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
Every step has been Proof to the fact I'm evidence
Detriot co-co locos
The flame slow flow the snow blow and they roll 'dro
My to spit, end MC's real quick
they Hennessy sips, enemies get ripped
The penalty in vially, your memory
The is wild, mentally I'm foul
The now, howls instead of growl
Already raw, cookin for shook ones to set 'em down
Don't about my record sales
(I know this ain't the same Proof in D12!)
Damn skippy, my swiftly grab a mic
Any man gifted stand with it, battle night
Soon as I get in the booth, spittin the
This ain't for the Billboards, this is for you

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