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 spinnin for
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)
Compared to my
You're more or recycled, career's on idle
Keep it though
If there's anyone or anybody that's potent enough, I wanna
Gorilla, and I'm iller, than a of
Hennessy and Belve', a big killer
Popcorn popper, won't stop I cop e-nough
to get the whole world fucked up
I'm out of M-I, so I say "Whatupdoe"
Y'all put it on the flow

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

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

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

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

This is high octane that within block range
Nothin but cold flow in my hot veins
My shot aim the pistol ain't the issue
Got the title, "Battle Disciple" came to you
Let's get to The Source with all I need black
Cause 5 mics together, makes feedback
I'm what every rapper +dread+ like
Snatch a out his Timbs like stems on weed sacks
(He's back!) Bitch, I never
step has been Proof to the fact that I'm evidence
that co-co locos
The flame slow flow where the blow and they roll 'dro
My tendencies to spit, end MC's quick
Pass Hennessy sips, enemies get ripped
The penalty in vially, your dissolve
The is wild, mentally I'm foul
The now, howls instead of growl
Already raw, cookin lookin for shook to set 'em down
Don't worry about my sales
(I know this ain't the same Proof 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, this is for you

[Chorus