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 some 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 so when I die you'll, never forget me
I got underground money that's like overground cash
I bust one shot and if you break the fifty yard
gon' last, if we remove the virus
Some of the shit I spit'll make you wanna, kill me like
I'm on king 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 like I got in me
Niggaz be screaming, they hardcore, they'll need to be hard
I lay gangsta ass out on the hard floor
Bumpy Knucks it real raw
Be in your like I'm the black -?-
I'm someone that you may have all be-fore
in peace or maybe in war; I'm the ChanceSellor

Chance,
Chance,
Chance,
Chance, Sellor (Now y'all 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 Two: Freddie
Me and the mic be like Starsky and
Don't fuck with us, we roll on you and smoke like you was in a dutch
Ha, such, ideas
Tryin make Bumpy dissa-pear
Takin chances tryin to make me fear
You got a better chance of trying to get some soul outta Britney
I'm arsonistic, quick to my biscuit
I bitch smack niggaz I'm sadistic
Hear them niggaz talking 'bout - 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 guys
They got eyes, brain clouded with the traumatic
That can you a calm in the chair, hand on the napalm at it
You niggaz don't no static, 'cause I have you breathing light - you'se
an
I had you breathing light, you'se an assmatic
It's the Pataki, ain't no death penalty aim gon' 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 three blackies, and we'll dance for ya ..
I'm the

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

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

[Verse Three: Foxxx]
I'm underground from now, through like 'til
if I end up bein the only real one left
'Cause I'm the true 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 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 take from wack ass rap niggaz
bangers we strap niggaz, darranger by the asshole
Niggaz walking funny, keep ya eyes pealed for the money
We rob too, so don't run ya mouth honey
I'm in cutless to genghis khan
I run up in cities and take shit over, that's word is
Drama turns me on, a Afrodiziac
I hear niggaz screamin "Yo, where Bump 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, (And for those of you that don't know)
Chance,
Chance, Sellor (It's baby)
Chance,
Chance, (Bumpy Knuckles 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"
Keep it gully, gangsta! "No doubt"