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 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 that's spent like overground cash
I bust one shot and if you break the fifty 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, don't let me get no in me
Or I be standin in the window with the AK like I got in me
Who run mouth at me?
I'll therefore stump your ass I got south in me
Niggaz be screaming, they hardcore, they'll to be hard more
I lay your ass out on the hard floor
Knucks keep it real raw
Be in your like I'm the black -?-
I'm someone you may have all seen be-fore
Maybe in 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,

[Verse Freddie Foxxx]
Me and the mic be like and Hutch
Don't fuck with us, we will on you and smoke like you was in a dutch
Ha, such, ideas
Tryin Bumpy Knucks dissa-pear
Takin tryin to make me show fear
You got a chance of trying to get some soul outta Britney Spears
I'm arsonistic, quick to release my
I bitch niggaz like I'm sadistic
Hear them niggaz talking 'bout dying - to death
Freddie Foxxx in the house, you - to breath
I do walk-by's, followed by a bunch of corrupt ass niggaz that 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 no static, 'cause 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' me for watching my
favorite
Eleven Mackie, shot out the Acy - cause 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, [ Check it out .. ]
Chance,
Chance, Sellor [ It's motherfucking outside .. ]
Chance,
Chance, Sellor [ you niggaz ain't keeping it hot .. ]
Chance,

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

[Verse Three: Freddie
I'm underground from now, through 'til death
Even if I end up bein the real one left
'Cause I'm the true black gangsta, real hard
niggaz 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 emcee, what that mean is
rights since Muhammed Ali, slip (POOOOOW!)
For my niggaz in the pen, that might never home again
I'ma keep it for ya, keep it street for ya
And everytime I don't make, I'll from these wack ass rap niggaz
Tunnel bangers we strap niggaz, by the asshole
walking type funny, keep ya eyes pealed for the money
We rob bitches too, so don't run ya honey
I'm just in to genghis khan
I run up in and take shit over, that's word is bond
Drama turns me on, a real
I hear niggaz screamin "Yo, Bump Kneezy at?!"
I'm in the cut, but I sit back and watch these 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, 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"
Knucks is gangsta! "No doubt"
Oh you forgot, gangsta! "No doubt"
Keep it gully, gangsta! "No doubt"