Luyện nghe bài hát Ali

[MC
I'm in it (okay)
Hit big cash, I'll it witch'all
Win at the bitch, I'm spendin it all (hey)
Leave in my Spreewells spinnin for
I'm in it for y'all, is (whattup)
My contents have character, plays the
I'm listenin to amateurs with no stamina (uh-uhh)
Compared to my
You're more or recycled, career's on idle
it comin though
If there's anyone or anybody potent enough, I wanna know
Gorilla, and I'm iller, a fifth of
Hennessy and Belve', a big killer
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"
Y'all niggaz put it on the

[Chorus MC Breed]
Hey where you gettin it from, I want.. too}
Oh you got of those, I got.. {one too}
You got a fine-ass broad, I got.. {one
And I'm drivin a that 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 Benz get..

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

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

[Chorus Proof]
The name of my is D.. {one-two}
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.. {one
You got a gun on your waist, I got.. {one
You got a Roley on your wrist, I want.. too}
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
get to The Source with mics all I need black
Cause 5 mics together, only feedback
I'm what every rapper +dread+ 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 I'm evidence
that co-co locos
The flame slow flow where the snow and they roll 'dro
My to spit, end MC's real quick
Pass they Hennessy sips, get ripped
The penalty in vially, memory dissolve
The energy is wild, I'm foul
The entity now, howls instead of
raw, cookin lookin for shook ones to set 'em down
Don't about my record sales
(I know this ain't the Proof that's in D12!)
Damn skippy, my hands swiftly a mic
Any man gifted stand with it, it's night
Soon as I get in the booth, spittin the
This for the Billboards, this is strictly for you

[Chorus