Luyện nghe bài hát Breakin' The Rules

Yeah, check it out,
squad, nigga
(First family)
Yeah, firing squad,
it out
(First family)

The name's
(What up Bill?)
I'ma addict for real
Before you me
Know I that the impact from a gat
it kicks back is sexy

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

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

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

(Retreat)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Put my in the back of his mouth
And his head out do or dead, now
Cold, he thought I would fold
So I tore him a new hole, word to soul

When I jump off, or I dump off, eight rounds
Holdin' my spot down, I'ma down, about eight clowns
Nigga, don't you ever fuck
the four-pound token

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

You musta bought a in the heart
Flinch and I'ma your ass apart
Come on, like that, nigga

Squad, nigga, ha-ha-hah
Hundred years and yeah
One of my motherfuckin' men, Flipper the
what I'm sayin', my nigga City, Teflon
Firing Squad, nigga, for life,