Luyện nghe bài hát Cardiac

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

[Chorus:
This hard body shit, pump shotty shit
Niggas the party up over a bitch, shit
This that shit, niggas pull a trigger, quick
This what ignorance is, yea 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 foot gorilla with the mind of a killa
Killing every nigga in sight, by ya mirror
Ill reflections of ya face
Bitches tucking in they necklace when I step in the
Niggas acting like hard, but they soft as Jell-O
You can tell them niggas pussy, when they by, hello
I know, I was scoping you, was hoping I
Like a of over sized 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 who say they ain't scared
Go for your gun, I let my mac ten braid ya
With a little style, I call change-o
the bullets in the chamber, I press it to change, yo
Right back atcha, with the and bat atcha
ask you could I smack you, if I didn't, I was glad to

[Chorus:
This that hard body shit, shotty shit
Niggas shooting the party up over a bitch,
This that ignorant shit, pull a trigger, quick
This ignorance is, yea fire 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, then it
Cuz my niggas is in bitch, and that's crazy

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

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