Luyện nghe bài hát Cardiac

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

[Chorus:
This that hard shit, pump shotty shit
shooting the party up over a bitch, shit
This that 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 dealing with chips, we gon' take it
But if you dealing wit tips, ma, then it
Cuz my niggas is in bitch, and that's crazy

It's the five foot gorilla with the mind of a
every nigga in sight, murdered by ya mirror
Ill of protectin ya face
Bitches tucking in they necklace I step in the place
Niggas acting like hard, but they soft as Jell-O
You can tell them niggas pussy, when walk by, hello
I know, I was scoping you, was I fall
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 bring it
Cuz I got a trunk for who say they ain't scared
Go for gun, I let my mac ten braid ya hair
With a little style, I call presto
When the bullets in the chamber, I it to change, yo
back atcha, with the knife and bat atcha
Better ask you I smack you, if I didn't, I was glad to

[Chorus:
This that hard body shit, pump shotty
shooting the party up over a bitch, shit
This that shit, niggas pull a trigger, quick
This ignorance is, yea fire and all this
If you dealing bricks, then we gon' take 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 bitch, and that's crazy

Juxxe]
Yeah, burn a tree from the yard, then
Juxxe make you lick pon de squad, then
I rock rock wit bang bang boogie
through hot blocks with that thang thang wit me
It's all gravy and mashed potatoes, I smash
Bust bullets, blast tazers, 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 moving 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 wack soft, we your track off
Never got a pack off, the jack off
let the latch off and pop ya cap off

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