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)
Leave in my Spreewells spinnin for
I'm in it for y'all, is (whattup)
My contents have character, the background
while I'm listenin to amateurs with no (uh-uhh)
Compared to my
more 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, than a of
Hennessy and Belve', a big killer
popper, won't stop 'til I cop e-nough
trees to get the world fucked up
I'm out of M-I, so I say "Whatupdoe"
Y'all put it on the flow

[Chorus MC Breed]
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.. {one
And a fat roll, I got.. {one too}
You got a house on the hills, I got.. too}
And I'm a Benz that get..

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

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

[Chorus Two:
The of my crew is D.. {one-two}
You got some pills in your pocket, I want.. too}
You got a knock baby boy, I got.. {one
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 your wrist, I want.. too}
And I'm pullin my to get..

This is high octane bang within block range
Nothin but blood flow in my hot veins
My shot aim the pistol ain't the issue
Got the title, "Battle Disciple" to diss you
Let's get to The Source mics all I need black
Cause 5 mics together, only makes
I'm what every rapper +dread+ like
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 to spit, end MC's real quick
Pass they Hennessy sips, get ripped
The penalty in vially, your memory
The energy is wild, mentally I'm
The entity now, instead of growl
raw, cookin lookin for shook ones to set 'em down
Don't worry my record sales
(I know this the same Proof that's in D12!)
Damn skippy, my hands grab a mic
Any man stand with it, it's battle night
Soon as I get in the booth, the truth
This for the Billboards, this is strictly for you

[Chorus