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 spinnin for y'all
I'm in it for y'all, is (whattup)
My contents have character, the background
while I'm to amateurs with no stamina (uh-uhh)
Compared to my
You're or less recycled, career's on idle
Keep it comin
If there's anyone or anybody that's enough, I wanna know
Gorilla, and I'm iller, a fifth of
Hennessy and Belve', a big killer
Popcorn popper, stop 'til 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 One: MC
Hey where you it from, I want.. {one too}
Oh you got some of those, I got.. {one
You got a broad, I got.. {one too}
And I'm drivin a Benz get..
Oh you got one rolled, I got.. too}
And a fat roll, I got.. {one too}
You got a house on the hills, I got.. too}
And I'm drivin a that get..

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

[Chorus Two:
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 on y'all like this is..
You got a Tab in your hand, I got.. {one
You got a gun on your waist, I got.. too}
You got a Roley on your wrist, I want.. too}
And I'm my heat to get..

This is high octane that bang block range
but cold blood flow in my hot veins
My shot aim the pistol ain't the issue
Got the title, "Battle Disciple" came to you
get to The Source with mics all I need black
Cause 5 mics together, only makes
I'm every rapper +dread+ like beeswax
Snatch a rapper out his Timbs stems on weed sacks
(He's back!) Bitch, I left
Every step has been to the fact that I'm evidence
that Detriot co-co
The flame slow flow where the snow and they roll 'dro
My tendencies to spit, end real quick
Pass they Hennessy sips, get ripped
The penalty in vially, your dissolve
The energy is wild, I'm foul
The now, howls instead of growl
Already raw, cookin lookin for shook ones to set 'em
Don't about my record sales
(I know this ain't the same that's in D12!)
Damn skippy, my hands swiftly a mic
Any man gifted stand with it, it's battle
as I get in the booth, spittin the truth
This ain't for the Billboards, is strictly for you

[Chorus