Luyện nghe bài hát ChanceSellor

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

[Verse One: Foxxx]
How many niggaz wanna ride from here me
If it's some thug shit you on, bring it on baby, and get me
on - huh, Pete Rock, hit me
So I can spit the flame on you niggaz so when I die you'll, never me
I got underground money that's spent 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 make you wanna, kill me Cyrus
I'm on king from the balcony, let me get no alch' in me
Or I be standin in the window with the AK I got alch' in me
Who run they at me?
I'll therefore stump your ass I got south in me
Niggaz be screaming, they hardcore, they'll need to be more
I lay your gangsta ass out on the hard
Knucks keep it real raw
Be in your mouth like I'm the -?-
I'm someone that you may all seen be-fore
Maybe in peace or in war; I'm the ChanceSellor

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

[Verse Two: Freddie
Me and the mic be like Starsky and
Don't with us, we will roll on you and smoke like you was in a dutch
Ha, such, ludacris
Tryin make Bumpy Knucks
Takin chances tryin to make me show
You got a better chance of trying to get some outta Britney Spears
I'm arsonistic, to release my biscuit
I bitch niggaz like I'm sadistic
Hear them niggaz talking 'bout dying - scared to
Freddie Foxxx in the house, you - scared to
I do walk-by's, followed by a bunch of corrupt ass that restort 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 light, you'se an assmatic
It's the Pataki, ain't no death penalty aim gon' stop me for my
favorite
Eleven Mackie, out the Acy - cause some white boy call me blackie
So we played this game called click-a-tie clack-a-tie
Now there's three blackies, and we'll for ya ..
I'm the

Chance,
Chance, Sellor [ it out .. ]
Chance,
Chance, Sellor [ It's motherfucking cold .. ]
Chance,
Chance, Sellor [ 'Cause you niggaz ain't it hot .. ]
Chance,

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

[Verse Three: Foxxx]
I'm underground from now, like 'til death
Even if I end up bein the only one left
'Cause I'm the true black gangsta, real papi
Lotta niggaz in the is just real hard copy
Not build to me, if you trying pop me
You end up in an morgue, in a six drop three
Got by the hottest emcee, what that mean is
Overhand rights since Ali, slip (POOOOOW!)
For my in the pen, that might never come home again
I'ma it sweet for ya, keep it street for ya
And everytime I don't make, I'll take these wack ass rap niggaz
Tunnel we strap niggaz, darranger by the asshole
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
Drama turns me on, a Afrodiziac
I niggaz screamin "Yo, where Bump Kneezy at?!"
I'm in the cut, but I can't sit back and these rap niggaz fuck it up
I'm the

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

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

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