Luyện nghe bài hát Ali

[MC
I'm in it (okay)
Hit big cash, spend 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 have character, plays the background
while I'm listenin to amateurs with no (uh-uhh)
to my flow
You're more or less recycled, career's on
Keep it comin
If anyone or anybody 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"
Y'all niggaz put it on the

[Chorus MC Breed]
Hey you gettin it from, I want.. {one 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.. {one
And a fat roll, I got.. {one too}
You got a house on the hills, I got.. too}
And I'm drivin a Benz get..

[MC
Uhh, nothin but that Cuervo Gold and cold
Plug with them esse's that live in
Yeah, put it in your bubble nigga, I'm on ya
Shake them haters off as as they get on ya
Popcorn, all through my
All I do is chief, it's 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 movin like a brick in the hood
I'm wishin you would stumble out the
Fuck your slack (NIGGA) we can rumble out in
We fuck by choice but when we can
I'm good with the mic, but I'm with my hands
I for bangin, unless the ass hangin
My last name ain't Kelly, but give me brain bitch,

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

This is high octane that within block range
Nothin but cold blood in my hot veins
My aim with the pistol ain't the issue
Got the title, "Battle Disciple" to diss you
Let's get to The Source with mics all I black
Cause 5 together, only makes feedback
I'm every rapper +dread+ like beeswax
Snatch a rapper out his Timbs stems on weed sacks
(He's back!) Bitch, I never
Every step has been Proof to the fact that I'm
that Detriot locos
The slow flow where the snow blow and they roll 'dro
My tendencies to spit, end real quick
they Hennessy sips, enemies get ripped
The penalty in vially, memory dissolve
The is wild, mentally I'm foul
The entity now, howls of growl
Already raw, cookin lookin for shook to set 'em down
Don't worry about my record
(I know ain't the same Proof that's in D12!)
Damn skippy, my swiftly grab a mic
Any man stand with it, it's battle night
as I get in the booth, spittin the truth
This ain't for the Billboards, is strictly for you

[Chorus