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 thug shit you on, bring it on baby, come and get me
on - huh, Pete Rock, hit me
So I can spit the on you niggaz so when I die you'll, never forget me
I got money that's 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 king from the balcony, let me get no alch' in me
Or I be in the window with the AK like I got alch' in me
Who run mouth at me?
I'll stump your ass like I got south in me
be screaming, they hardcore, they'll need to be hard more
I lay your gangsta ass out on the floor
Bumpy keep it real raw
Be in mouth like I'm the black -?-
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 you how you get busy in this motherfuck..)
Chance,
Chance,

[Verse Freddie 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, ideas
Tryin make Knucks dissa-pear
Takin chances tryin to me show fear
You got a better chance of trying to get some soul outta Britney
I'm arsonistic, quick to release my
I bitch smack niggaz I'm sadistic
Hear them niggaz 'bout dying - scared to death
Freddie Foxxx in the house, you - scared to
I do walk-by's, followed by a of corrupt ass niggaz that restort guys
They got eyes, brain clouded with the traumatic
That can make you a calm in the chair, on the napalm at it
You don't want 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 penalty aim gon' stop me for watching my
channel;
Eleven Mackie, shot out the Acy - cause some white boy me blackie
So we played this little game called clack-a-tie
Now there's blackies, and we'll dance for ya ..
I'm the

Chance,
Chance, Sellor [ it out .. ]
Chance,
Chance, Sellor [ It's motherfucking outside .. ]
Chance,
Chance, Sellor [ 'Cause you ain't keeping it hot .. ]
Chance,

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

[Verse Freddie Foxxx]
I'm underground now, through like 'til death
Even if I end up bein the only one left
I'm the true black gangsta, real hard papi
Lotta in the game is just real hard copy
Not build to stop me, if you pop me
You probably end up in an morgue, in a six three
Got done by the hottest emcee, what that is
Overhand rights since Muhammed Ali, (POOOOOW!)
For my niggaz in the pen, that might never come home
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 we strap niggaz, darranger by the asshole
Niggaz walking type funny, keep ya eyes for the money
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 is bond
Drama turns me on, a Afrodiziac
I niggaz screamin "Yo, where Bump Kneezy at?!"
I'm in the cut, but I can't sit back and watch 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, (And for those of you that 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"
Rock is gangsta! "No doubt"
Bumpy is gangsta! "No doubt"
Oh you forgot, gangsta! "No doubt"
Keep it gully, gangsta! "No doubt"