Luyện nghe bài hát Breakin' The Rules

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

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

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

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

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

(Retreat)

I would be disconnected from these streets
deep, as the and my
(Ocean, potion)
Is to to spit fire,
(Know when)
The rules of the game

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

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

Make way, bitch, I'm coming
I'm Wo dog, who the fuck are you?
Y'all niggas be, listenin' to that false
Here your

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

Why do fucking motherfuckers act like y'all be known?
Wo, nigga, going for broke
So when you low, come and hit you with something gigantic
and will 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 I'ma a man, what?

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

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

Allow me to my deepest sympathy
To the of the cat, that, was hit with the penalty
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 actually thought I would
So I him a new hole, word to nigga's soul

When I off, or I dump off, about eight rounds
Holdin' my spot down, I'ma knock down, eight clowns
Nigga, don't you ever around
With the token

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

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

Firing Squad, nigga,
Hundred and runnin' yeah
One of my motherfuckin' men, Flipper the
Y'know what I'm sayin', my City, Teflon
Firing Squad, nigga, for life,