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)
in my Spreewells spinnin for y'all
I'm in it for y'all, is (whattup)
My contents have character, plays the
while I'm to amateurs with no stamina (uh-uhh)
Compared to my
more or less recycled, career's on idle
Keep it comin
If there's anyone or anybody potent enough, I wanna know
Gorilla, and I'm iller, a fifth of
Hennessy and Belve', a big bagger
Popcorn popper, won't stop I cop e-nough
trees to get the whole world up
I'm out of M-I, so I say "Whatupdoe"
niggaz 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 fine-ass broad, I got.. {one
And I'm a Benz that get..
Oh you got one rolled, I got.. {one
And a fat bank roll, I got.. {one
You got a on the hills, I got.. {one too}
And I'm a Benz that get..

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

Tecs blow like Del Rio - the land
of Air Force Ones, scum blow (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 out the club
Fuck slack (NIGGA) we can rumble out in floods
We by choice but fight when we can
I'm with the mic, but I'm nice with my hands
I ain't for bangin, unless the ass
My name ain't Kelly, but give me brain bitch, c'mon

Two: Proof]
The name of my crew is D..
You got some in your pocket, I want.. {one too}
You got a knock baby boy, I got.. {one
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 wrist, I want.. {one too}
And I'm my heat to get..

This is octane that bang within block range
Nothin but blood flow in my hot veins
My shot aim with the 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 mics together, only feedback
I'm what every rapper +dread+ beeswax
Snatch a rapper out his Timbs like stems on sacks
(He's back!) Bitch, I never
Every step has been to the fact that I'm evidence
Detriot co-co locos
The flame slow flow where the snow blow and they '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 entity now, howls instead of
raw, cookin lookin for shook ones to set 'em down
Don't worry my record sales
(I know this ain't the Proof that's in D12!)
Damn skippy, my hands grab a mic
Any man gifted stand it, it's battle night
as I get in the booth, spittin the truth
This ain't for the Billboards, is strictly for you

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