Luyện nghe bài hát Cardiac

[Sean
The first verse is the
Like why the they call you Jesus Price, nigga?
And you in church
Napoleon complex, niggas earth Lurch
Fuck a hook, nigga, earth my
Nah I mean, gave a pound of pork, beat Malachai off
Had to slap him in the face, a Ballantine cloth
Silverback Sean's happy on songs, I ain't
Just you muthafuckas wrong, listen
Cock diesel niggas on crack, Tony Atlas
forward flowing, ? you Thelonious baskets?
I the style and mastered the styles
I fight the fair one blast a round wit the pound
Sean is the best, ya'll is the opposite, pa
the fuck up, put a sock in it, pa, be quiet
I put a hole in ya hat, Jesus soul controller of rap, amen

[Chorus:
that hard body shit, pump shotty shit
Niggas shooting the party up over a bitch,
This that ignorant shit, niggas pull a trigger,
This what ignorance is, yea fire and all
If you dealing with bricks, then we take it
And if you with chips, then we gon' take it
But if you dealing wit tips, ma, shake it
Cuz my niggas is in this bitch, and that's

It's the five gorilla with the mind of a killa
Killing every nigga in sight, by ya mirror
Ill reflections of ya face
Bitches tucking in they when I step in the place
Niggas acting like hard, but they soft as Jell-O
You can tell them niggas pussy, when they by, hello
I know, I was you, was hoping I fall
Like a pair of over shorts, no, not at all
I'm not the one, but I got two
And if you me to add on more, I bring it through
Cuz I got a trunk for niggas who say they ain't
Go for gun, I let my mac ten braid ya hair
With a little style, I call presto
the bullets in the chamber, I press it to change, yo
Right back atcha, the knife and bat atcha
Better ask you I smack you, if I didn't, I was glad to

Flood]
This that hard body shit, pump shotty
shooting the party up over a bitch, shit
This that ignorant shit, pull a trigger, quick
This what ignorance is, yea fire and all
If you dealing with bricks, we gon' take it
And if you dealing chips, then we gon' take it
But if you dealing wit tips, ma, shake it
Cuz my niggas is in this bitch, and that's

Juxxe]
Yeah, burn a tree from the yard, then
Juxxe make you shots pon de squad, then
I rock rock wit bang bang boogie
Stomp hot blocks with that thang thang wit me
It's all gravy and mashed potatoes, I haters
Bust bullets, blast tazers, slash
Say my rap sheet is than my wrap sheet
Young niggas ask me, rhyming to a rap
in the days of the eighties
Produced alotta inner city hood crack
Bird niggas moving like a with his throat slit
But I bet I lean 'em when I hit 'em wit dope shit
Never slip, slack off and blowing your off
Niggas is wack soft, we throwing track off
Never got a pack off, fuck the off
I'mma let the off and pop ya cap off

Flood]
This that body shit, pump shotty shit
Niggas shooting the party up a bitch, shit
This that ignorant shit, pull a trigger, quick
what ignorance is, yea fire and all this
If you dealing with bricks, then we gon' it
And if you dealing with chips, then we gon' it
But if you dealing wit tips, ma, then it
Cuz my niggas is in this bitch, and that's