Luyện nghe bài hát ChanceSellor

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

[Verse One: Foxxx]
How many niggaz wanna from here with me
If it's some thug shit you on, bring it on baby, and get me
Come on - huh, 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 cash
I bust one shot and if you the fifty yard dash
Underground last, if we remove the virus
of the shit I spit'll make you wanna, kill me like Cyrus
I'm on king from the balcony, let me get no alch' in me
Or I be standin in the window the AK like I got alch' in me
Who run they at me?
therefore stump your ass like I got south in me
Niggaz be screaming, they hardcore, they'll to be hard more
I lay gangsta ass out on the hard floor
Bumpy Knucks it real raw
Be in your mouth like I'm the -?-
I'm someone that you may have all be-fore
Maybe in peace or in war; I'm the ChanceSellor

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 Starsky and
Don't fuck with us, we will roll on you and like you was in a dutch
Ha, such, ideas
Tryin make Bumpy dissa-pear
Takin tryin to make me show fear
You got a better chance of trying to get some soul Britney Spears
I'm arsonistic, to release my biscuit
I bitch smack niggaz like I'm
Hear them niggaz '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 restort guys
They got hawk eyes, brain clouded the traumatic
That can make you a calm in the chair, 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 aim gon' stop me for watching my
channel;
Eleven Mackie, shot out the Acy - cause some white boy 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, Sellor [ 'Cause you niggaz keeping it hot .. ]
Chance,

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

Three: Freddie Foxxx]
I'm underground from now, through like 'til
Even if I end up bein the real one left
'Cause I'm the true black gangsta, real papi
Lotta niggaz in the game is just real hard
Not build to me, if you trying pop me
You end up in an morgue, in a six drop three
Got done by the hottest emcee, what mean is
Overhand rights Muhammed Ali, slip (POOOOOW!)
For my niggaz in the pen, that might never 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
bangers we strap niggaz, darranger by the asshole
Niggaz walking funny, keep ya eyes pealed for the money
We rob bitches too, so run ya mouth honey
I'm just in cutless to khan
I run up in cities and shit over, that's word is bond
Drama turns me on, a Afrodiziac
I hear niggaz screamin "Yo, Bump Kneezy at?!"
I'm in the cut, but I can't sit back and watch these rap 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 don't know)
Chance,
Chance, Sellor (It's baby)
Chance,
Chance, Sellor (Bumpy baby)
Chance,
Chance, Sellor (And the 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"
it gully, it's gangsta! "No doubt"