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 thug shit you on, bring it on baby, come and get me
Come on - huh, Rock, hit me
So I can the flame on you niggaz so when I die you'll, never forget me
I got underground that's spent like overground cash
I bust one shot and if you break the 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 the balcony, don't let me get no alch' in me
Or I be standin in the window the AK like I got alch' in me
Who run mouth at me?
I'll stump your ass like I got south in me
Niggaz be screaming, they hardcore, need to be hard more
I lay your ass out on the hard floor
Bumpy Knucks keep it raw
Be in your like I'm the black -?-
I'm someone that you may have all be-fore
Maybe in or maybe 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: Freddie
Me and the mic be Starsky and Hutch
Don't fuck with us, we will roll on you and smoke you was in a dutch
Ha, such, ludacris
make Bumpy Knucks dissa-pear
Takin chances tryin to make me fear
You got a better chance of to get some soul outta Britney Spears
I'm arsonistic, quick to my biscuit
I bitch smack niggaz I'm sadistic
Hear them talking 'bout dying - scared 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
They got eyes, brain clouded with the traumatic
That can make you a calm in the chair, hand on the at it
You niggaz don't want no static, 'cause I have you breathing - you'se
an
'Cos I had you breathing light, an assmatic
the Pataki, ain't no death penalty aim gon' stop me for watching my
favorite
Mackie, shot out the Acy - cause some white boy call me blackie
So we played little 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, [ 'Cause you niggaz ain't keeping it hot .. ]
Chance,

Chance, [ So now .. ]
Chance,
Chance, Sellor [ The ]
Chance, Sellor [ from the motherfucking slums 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 gangsta, real hard papi
Lotta niggaz in the is just real hard copy
Not build to me, if you trying pop me
You probably end up in an morgue, in a six three
Got by the hottest emcee, what that mean is
Overhand rights since Muhammed Ali, (POOOOOW!)
For my niggaz in the pen, that might never come home
I'ma keep it sweet for ya, it street for ya
And I don't make, I'll take from these wack ass rap niggaz
Tunnel bangers we niggaz, darranger by the asshole
walking type funny, keep ya eyes pealed for the money
We rob bitches too, so don't run ya mouth
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 screamin "Yo, Bump Kneezy at?!"
I'm in the cut, but I can't sit back and watch these rap niggaz 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, (Bumpy Knuckles 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"
it gully, it's gangsta! "No doubt"