Luyện nghe bài hát ChanceSellor

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

[Verse Freddie Foxxx]
How niggaz wanna ride from here with me
If it's some thug shit you on, it on baby, come and get me
Come on - huh, 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 like overground cash
I bust one and if you break the fifty yard dash
Underground 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, don't let me get no in me
Or I be in the window with the AK like I got alch' in me
Who run they at me?
I'll therefore stump your ass like I got in me
Niggaz be screaming, they hardcore, they'll need to be more
I lay your ass out on the hard floor
Bumpy Knucks keep it raw
Be in your mouth like I'm the -?-
I'm someone you may have all seen be-fore
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 busy in motherfuck..)
Chance,
Chance,

[Verse Two: Freddie
Me and the mic be Starsky and Hutch
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, quick to release my
I bitch niggaz like I'm sadistic
Hear them niggaz 'bout dying - scared to death
Freddie in the house, you - scared to breath
I do walk-by's, followed by a of corrupt ass niggaz that restort guys
got hawk eyes, brain clouded with the traumatic
That can make you a in the chair, hand 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, an assmatic
It's the Pataki, ain't no death penalty aim gon' me for watching my
channel;
Eleven Mackie, out the Acy - cause some white boy call me blackie
So we played little 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 [ motherfucking cold outside .. ]
Chance,
Chance, Sellor [ you niggaz ain't keeping it hot .. ]
Chance,

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

[Verse Three: Foxxx]
I'm underground from now, through 'til death
Even if I end up the only real one left
'Cause I'm the black gangsta, real hard papi
Lotta niggaz in the game is just real hard
Not to stop 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 niggaz in the pen, might never come home again
I'ma keep it sweet for ya, it street for ya
And everytime I don't make, I'll from 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 is bond
turns me on, a real Afrodiziac
I hear screamin "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 don't 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"
Rock is gangsta! "No doubt"
Bumpy is gangsta! "No doubt"
Oh you forgot, gangsta! "No doubt"
it gully, it's gangsta! "No doubt"