Luyện nghe bài hát ChanceSellor

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on, ha!
it out..

[Verse One: Foxxx]
How many niggaz wanna from here with me
If some thug 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 when I die you'll, never me
I got underground money spent like overground cash
I bust one shot and if you break the fifty yard
Underground last, if we remove the virus
of the shit I spit'll make you wanna, kill me like Cyrus
I'm on king the balcony, don't let me get no alch' in me
Or I be standin in the with the AK like I got alch' in me
Who run mouth at me?
I'll therefore stump your ass like I got in me
be screaming, they hardcore, they'll need to be hard more
I lay your gangsta ass out on the hard
Knucks keep it real raw
Be in your mouth I'm the black -?-
I'm that you may have all seen be-fore
Maybe in peace or maybe in war; I'm the

Chance,
Chance,
Chance,
Chance, Sellor (Now 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: Foxxx]
Me and the mic be like and Hutch
Don't fuck with us, we will roll on you and smoke like you was in a
Ha, such, ludacris
Tryin Bumpy Knucks dissa-pear
Takin chances tryin to make me show
You got a better chance of trying to get some soul outta Spears
I'm arsonistic, quick to release my
I bitch niggaz like I'm sadistic
them niggaz talking 'bout dying - scared to death
Freddie Foxxx in the house, you - to breath
I do walk-by's, followed by a bunch of corrupt ass that restort guys
They got hawk eyes, brain with the traumatic
That can make you a in the chair, hand on the napalm at it
You niggaz don't want no static, 'cause I have you light - you'se
an
'Cos I had you breathing light, you'se an
the Pataki, ain't no death penalty aim gon' stop me for watching my
favorite
Eleven Mackie, shot out the Acy - cause some white boy me blackie
So we played this little game click-a-tie clack-a-tie
Now there's three blackies, and dance for ya ..
I'm the

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

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

[Verse Three: Foxxx]
I'm from now, through like 'til death
Even if I end up bein the real one left
'Cause I'm the black gangsta, real hard papi
Lotta in the game is just real hard copy
Not to stop me, if you trying pop me
You probably end up in an morgue, in a six drop
Got done by the hottest emcee, what mean is
Overhand rights since Muhammed Ali, (POOOOOW!)
For my niggaz in the pen, that might come home again
I'ma keep it for ya, keep it street for ya
And I don't make, I'll take from these wack ass rap niggaz
Tunnel bangers we strap niggaz, darranger by the
Niggaz walking type funny, keep ya pealed for the money
We rob bitches too, so run ya mouth honey
I'm in cutless to genghis khan
I run up in and take shit over, that's word is bond
turns me on, a real Afrodiziac
I hear niggaz screamin "Yo, where Bump at?!"
I'm in the cut, but I can't sit and watch 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 of you that don't 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"
Pete is gangsta! "No doubt"
Knucks is gangsta! "No doubt"
Oh you forgot, gangsta! "No doubt"
Keep it gully, gangsta! "No doubt"