Luyện nghe bài hát Cardiac

[Sean
The first is the worst
why the fuck they call you Jesus Price, nigga?
And you curse in
Napoleon complex, earth your 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 smoking on crack, Tony Atlas
Flash forward flowing, ? you Thelonious
I mastered the style and mastered the
I fight the one then blast a round wit the pound
Sean is the best, niggas is the opposite, pa
Shut the fuck up, put a sock in it, pa, be
I put a hole in ya hat, Jesus Price soul controller of rap,

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

It's the five foot with the mind of a killa
Killing every nigga in sight, by ya mirror
Ill of protectin ya face
Bitches tucking in they necklace I step in the place
Niggas acting they hard, but they soft as Jell-O
You can tell them niggas pussy, they walk by, hello
I know, I was you, was hoping I fall
a pair of over 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
With a style, I call presto change-o
the bullets in the chamber, I press it to change, yo
Right back atcha, with the knife and bat
Better ask you could I 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 shit, niggas pull a trigger, quick
what ignorance is, yea fire and all this
If you dealing with bricks, then we take it
And if you dealing with chips, then we gon' it
But if you dealing wit tips, ma, shake it
Cuz my niggas is in this bitch, and that's

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

Flood]
This that hard body shit, pump shit
Niggas the party up over a bitch, shit
This that ignorant shit, niggas pull a trigger,
This ignorance is, yea fire and all this
If you dealing with bricks, then we gon' it
And if you dealing 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