Luyện nghe bài hát Cardiac

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

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

It's the five foot gorilla with the mind of a
Killing every nigga in sight, murdered by ya
Ill reflections of ya face
Bitches in they necklace when I step in the place
Niggas acting they hard, but they soft as Jell-O
You can tell niggas pussy, when they walk by, hello
I know, I was scoping you, was hoping I
Like a pair of sized shorts, no, not at all
I'm not the one, but I got two
And if you need me to add on more, I it through
Cuz I got a trunk for niggas who say ain't scared
Go for your gun, I let my mac ten braid ya
a little style, I call presto change-o
When the bullets in the chamber, I it to change, yo
Right atcha, with the knife and bat atcha
Better ask you could I you, if I didn't, I was glad to

Flood]
This hard body shit, pump shotty shit
Niggas shooting the party up over a bitch,
This ignorant shit, niggas 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 with chips, then we take it
But if you dealing wit tips, ma, then it
Cuz my niggas is in this bitch, and crazy

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

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