Luyện nghe bài hát ChanceSellor

Haaaaaaaaaaa, yeah!
on, ha!
it out..

[Verse Freddie Foxxx]
How many niggaz wanna ride from with me
If it's some shit you on, bring it on baby, come and get me
Come on - huh, Rock, hit me
So I can spit the flame on you niggaz so I die you'll, never forget me
I got underground money that's like overground cash
I bust one shot and if you the fifty yard dash
gon' last, if we remove the virus
Some of the shit I spit'll you wanna, kill me like Cyrus
I'm on from the balcony, don't let me get no alch' in me
Or I be in the window with the AK like I got alch' in me
Who run mouth at me?
I'll therefore stump your ass I got south in me
be screaming, they hardcore, they'll need to be hard more
I lay gangsta ass out on the hard floor
Knucks keep it real raw
Be in your mouth like I'm the -?-
I'm someone that you may have all seen
in peace or maybe in war; I'm the ChanceSellor

Chance,
Chance,
Chance,
Chance, (Now y'all motherfuckers get to meet..)
Chance,
Chance, (The ChanceSellor)
Chance,
(That's right!)
Chance,
Chance, Sellor (I'ma show you how you get in this motherfuck..)
Chance,
Chance,

Two: Freddie Foxxx]
Me and the mic be Starsky and Hutch
Don't fuck with us, we will on you and smoke like you was in a dutch
Ha, such, ideas
Tryin make Bumpy dissa-pear
Takin chances tryin to make me fear
You got a better chance of trying to get some outta Britney Spears
I'm arsonistic, quick to my biscuit
I bitch smack niggaz like I'm
Hear them niggaz talking dying - scared to death
Freddie Foxxx in the house, you - scared to
I do walk-by's, followed by a bunch of corrupt ass niggaz that guys
They got eyes, brain clouded with the traumatic
That can make you a calm in the chair, on the napalm at it
You niggaz don't want no static, I have you breathing light - you'se
an
'Cos I had you breathing light, you'se an
It's the Pataki, ain't no death penalty aim stop me for watching my
favorite
Eleven Mackie, shot out the Acy - cause some white boy me blackie
So we this little game called click-a-tie clack-a-tie
Now three blackies, and we'll dance for ya ..
I'm the

Chance,
Chance, Sellor [ it out .. ]
Chance,
Chance, [ It's motherfucking cold outside .. ]
Chance,
Chance, Sellor [ 'Cause you niggaz keeping it hot .. ]
Chance,

Chance, [ So now .. ]
Chance,
Chance, Sellor [ The ]
Chance, [ Straight from the motherfucking slums nigga ]

Three: Freddie Foxxx]
I'm underground now, through like 'til death
Even if I end up bein the only real one
'Cause I'm the true black gangsta, real papi
Lotta niggaz in the game is just real hard
Not to stop me, if you trying pop me
You probably end up in an morgue, in a six three
Got done by the hottest emcee, that mean is
Overhand since Muhammed Ali, slip (POOOOOW!)
For my niggaz in the pen, that might never come home
I'ma keep it for ya, keep it street for ya
And everytime I don't make, I'll take from these wack ass rap
Tunnel bangers we strap niggaz, darranger by the
Niggaz walking funny, keep ya eyes pealed for the money
We rob bitches too, so don't run ya mouth
I'm just in cutless to khan
I run up in cities and take shit over, that's word is
turns me on, a real Afrodiziac
I hear niggaz screamin "Yo, where Kneezy at?!"
I'm in the cut, but I can't sit back and watch rap niggaz fuck it up
I'm the

Chance,
Chance, (Check it out!)
Chance,
Chance, (The motherfucking ChanceSellor)
Chance,
Chance,
Chance, (That's right!)

Chance, Sellor (And for those of you that know)
Chance,
Chance, (It's underground baby)
Chance,
Chance, Sellor (Bumpy baby)
Chance,
Chance, (And the Chocolate Boy Wonder)
Chance,
Chance, (And the motherfucking, holler)

"You we do" .. "No doubt"
Rock is gangsta! "No doubt"
Bumpy is gangsta! "No doubt"
Oh you forgot, gangsta! "No doubt"
Keep it gully, gangsta! "No doubt"