Luyện nghe bài hát Cardiac

[Sean
The first is the worst
Like why the fuck they call you Price, nigga?
And you curse in
complex, niggas earth your Lurch
Fuck a hook, nigga, earth my
Nah I mean, gave a pound of vile pork, beat off
Had to slap him in the face, a Ballantine cloth
Sean's happy on songs, I ain't dissing
Just you muthafuckas wrong, listen
Cock diesel niggas on crack, Tony Atlas
Flash forward flowing, ? you baskets?
I mastered the style and mastered the
I the fair one then 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

Flood]
This hard body shit, pump shotty shit
Niggas shooting the party up over a bitch,
This that shit, niggas pull a trigger, quick
This what ignorance is, yea and all this
If you dealing with bricks, then we gon' it
And if you dealing with chips, 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 gorilla with the mind of a killa
Killing every nigga in sight, by ya mirror
Ill of protectin ya face
Bitches tucking in they when I step in the place
Niggas acting they hard, but they soft as Jell-O
You can tell them niggas pussy, when they walk by,
I know, I was scoping you, was hoping I
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 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 style, I call presto change-o
the bullets in the chamber, I press it to change, yo
Right back atcha, the knife and bat atcha
Better ask you could I smack you, if I didn't, I was to

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

[Ruste
Yeah, burn a tree from the yard, then
make you lick shots pon de squad, then
I rock wit that bang bang boogie
Stomp through hot blocks with thang thang wit me
It's all gravy and potatoes, I smash haters
Bust bullets, blast tazers, slash
Say my rap sheet is longer my wrap sheet
niggas ask me, rhyming to a rap beat
Crack in the days of the
Produced alotta inner city hood babies
niggas moving like a chicken with his throat slit
But I bet I lean 'em when I hit 'em wit this dope
slip, slack off and blowing your back off
Niggas is soft, we throwing your track off
got a pack off, fuck the jack off
I'mma let the off and pop ya cap off

Flood]
This that body shit, pump shotty shit
Niggas shooting the party up over a bitch,
This that ignorant shit, niggas 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 take it
But if you dealing wit tips, ma, shake it
Cuz my niggas is in bitch, and that's crazy