Luyện nghe bài hát ChanceSellor

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

[Verse One: Freddie
How many niggaz wanna ride here with me
If some thug shit you on, bring it on baby, come and get me
on - huh, Pete Rock, hit me
So I can spit the flame on you niggaz so when I die you'll, forget me
I got underground money spent like overground cash
I one shot and if you break the fifty yard dash
Underground gon' last, if we the virus
Some of the I spit'll make you wanna, kill me like Cyrus
I'm on from the balcony, don't let me get no alch' 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 I got south in me
be screaming, they hardcore, they'll need to be hard more
I lay gangsta ass out on the hard floor
Bumpy keep it real raw
Be in your like I'm the black -?-
I'm someone that you may 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 Starsky and
Don't fuck with us, we will roll on you and smoke like you was in a
Ha, such, ludacris
make Bumpy Knucks dissa-pear
Takin chances tryin to me show fear
You got a better of trying to get some soul outta Britney Spears
I'm arsonistic, quick to release my
I bitch smack niggaz I'm sadistic
them niggaz talking 'bout dying - scared to death
Freddie Foxxx in the house, you - scared to
I do walk-by's, followed by a bunch of corrupt ass niggaz that restort
They got hawk eyes, clouded with the traumatic
That can you a calm 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, no death penalty aim gon' stop me for watching my
channel;
Eleven Mackie, shot out the Acy - cause some white boy call me
So we played this little called click-a-tie clack-a-tie
Now three blackies, and we'll dance for ya ..
I'm the

Chance,
Chance, [ Check it out .. ]
Chance,
Chance, Sellor [ motherfucking cold outside .. ]
Chance,
Chance, Sellor [ 'Cause you niggaz ain't it hot .. ]
Chance,

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

Three: Freddie Foxxx]
I'm underground from now, like 'til death
if I end up bein the only real one left
'Cause I'm the true black gangsta, hard papi
Lotta in the game is just real hard copy
Not build to me, if you trying pop me
You probably end up in an morgue, in a six drop
Got by the hottest emcee, what that mean is
rights since Muhammed Ali, slip (POOOOOW!)
For my niggaz in the pen, that might come home again
I'ma keep it sweet for ya, keep it 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 type funny, keep ya eyes pealed for the
We rob too, so don't run ya mouth honey
I'm just in cutless to genghis
I run up in cities and take shit over, that's word is
Drama turns me on, a real
I hear niggaz "Yo, where Bump Kneezy 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, (The motherfucking ChanceSellor)
Chance,
Chance,
Chance, (That's right!)

Chance, Sellor (And for those of you don't know)
Chance,
Chance, (It's underground baby)
Chance,
Chance, Sellor (Bumpy baby)
Chance,
Chance, Sellor (And the 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"
Keep it gully, gangsta! "No doubt"