Luyện nghe bài hát ChanceSellor

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

[Verse Freddie Foxxx]
How many niggaz wanna from here with me
If it's some thug shit you on, it on baby, come and get me
on - huh, Pete 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 spent like overground
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 like
I'm on king from the balcony, let me get no alch' in me
Or I be standin in the window with the AK like I got in me
Who run they at me?
I'll therefore stump ass like I got south in me
Niggaz be screaming, they hardcore, they'll need to be hard
I lay your gangsta ass out on the floor
Knucks keep it real raw
Be in your like I'm the black -?-
I'm someone that you may all seen be-fore
Maybe in peace or maybe in 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, (I'ma show you how you get busy in this motherfuck..)
Chance,
Chance,

Two: Freddie Foxxx]
Me and the mic be like and Hutch
fuck with us, we will roll on you and smoke like you was in a dutch
Ha, such, ludacris
make Bumpy Knucks dissa-pear
Takin chances tryin to me show fear
You got a better chance of trying to get some soul Britney Spears
I'm arsonistic, to release my biscuit
I smack niggaz like I'm sadistic
Hear them talking 'bout dying - scared to death
Foxxx in the house, you - scared to breath
I do walk-by's, followed by a bunch of corrupt ass niggaz that guys
They got hawk eyes, brain clouded the traumatic
That can make you a calm in the chair, on the napalm at it
You don't want no static, 'cause 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 - 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 cold outside .. ]
Chance,
Chance, [ 'Cause you niggaz ain't keeping it hot .. ]
Chance,

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

Three: Freddie Foxxx]
I'm underground from now, through like 'til
Even if I end up bein the only real one
'Cause I'm the black gangsta, real hard papi
Lotta niggaz in the game is real hard copy
Not build to stop me, if you pop me
You probably end up in an morgue, in a six drop
Got done by the emcee, what that mean is
Overhand rights Muhammed Ali, slip (POOOOOW!)
For my niggaz in the pen, that never come home again
I'ma keep it sweet for ya, it street for ya
And everytime I don't make, I'll take from these wack ass rap
Tunnel bangers we strap niggaz, 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 to genghis khan
I run up in cities and take shit over, that's word is
turns me on, a real Afrodiziac
I hear niggaz "Yo, where Bump Kneezy at?!"
I'm in the cut, but I can't sit back and watch these rap niggaz 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, (Bumpy Knuckles 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"
it gully, it's gangsta! "No doubt"