Luyện nghe bài hát Breakin' The Rules

Yeah, it out, y'all
Firing squad,
(First family)
Yeah, firing squad,
it out
(First family)

The name's
(What up Bill?)
I'ma semi-automatic addict for
you test me
Know I feel the impact from a gat
it kicks back is sexy

I put you motherfuckers on the rip
Tip and get the split in a nigga's
(Ain't changed)
I take you back to 6
And get to dumpin' off a

(You the game)
You wanna me?
(You gotta)
Let your be, there's a long line of niggas
That's ready to me

I put my foot down
Stick the nose of my gun in some shit that don't me
And most dudes like the way I rap
The brown-skinned cat a helluva fast step, yep

(Retreat)

I would never be disconnected from streets
deep, as the and my
(Ocean, potion)
Is to to fire, nigga
(Know when)
The of the motherfucking game

it is ghetto music
(Rock that)
When it drop, if its
(Cop that)
'Cause some be fakin' the move
In other words, breakin' the
(Stop that)

We ghetto music
(Rock that)
When it drop, if its
(Cop that)
'Cause some cats be the move
In other words, the rules

way, bitch, I'm coming through
I'm Fizzy Wo dog, who the fuck are
Y'all niggas be, listenin' to false information
your [unverified]

Thugs know home team from the BK and niggas
Run with guns bust off like John Woo
Try to sabatoge the game, start somethin'
Try to sabatoge my name, I'ma dumpin'

Why do fucking motherfuckers act y'all don't be known?
Fizzy Wo, nigga, going for
So when you low, and hit you with something that gigantic
Automatic and will make your ship like the Titanic

Now that I know, you against me
And you click, you click, you me too
Tell his man to tell his man, work out another plan
I'ma blast a man, what?

Here it is music
(Rock that)
it drop, if its proper
(Cop that)
'Cause some cats be the move
In other words, breakin' the
(Stop that)

We make ghetto
(Rock that)
it drop, if its proper
(Cop that)
'Cause some be fakin' the move
In other words, the rules

Allow me to express my deepest
To the family of the cat, that, was hit with the
I begged him not to fuck me
(I tried)
He didn't listen, so they his ass missin'

Put my barrel in the back of his
And knocked his out do or dead, now
Cold, he actually thought I would
So I him a new hole, word to nigga's soul

When I jump off, or I off, about eight rounds
Holdin' my down, I'ma knock down, about eight clowns
Nigga, you ever fuck around
With the four-pound

thugster Brownsville slugger
(What)
Ex-mugger, for your knucka, bucka,
motherfucker
(Fuck ya)

You bought a [unverified] in the heart
Flinch and I'ma tear your ass
Come on, straight like that,

Squad, nigga, ha-ha-hah
Hundred years and runnin'
One of my motherfuckin' men, the Ripper
Y'know I'm sayin', my nigga City, Teflon
Squad, nigga, for life, yeah