Luyện nghe bài hát ChanceSellor

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

[Verse One: Foxxx]
How many wanna ride from here with me
If it's some thug shit you on, it on baby, come and get me
on - huh, Pete 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 and if you break the fifty yard dash
gon' last, if we remove the virus
Some of the shit I spit'll make you wanna, kill me 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 need to be more
I lay gangsta ass out on the hard floor
Bumpy Knucks it real raw
Be in your mouth I'm the black -?-
I'm someone that you may have all seen
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 Starsky and Hutch
Don't fuck with us, we roll on you and smoke like you was in a dutch
Ha, such, ideas
make Bumpy Knucks dissa-pear
Takin chances tryin to me show fear
You got a better chance of trying to get some soul outta Spears
I'm arsonistic, quick to my biscuit
I bitch smack like I'm sadistic
Hear them niggaz talking 'bout - scared to death
Freddie Foxxx in the house, you - scared to
I do walk-by's, by a bunch of corrupt ass niggaz that restort guys
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, 'cause I you breathing light - you'se
an
'Cos I had you breathing light, you'se an
the Pataki, ain't no death penalty aim gon' stop me for watching my
favorite
Eleven Mackie, shot out the Acy - cause some boy call me blackie
So we this little game called click-a-tie clack-a-tie
Now there's three blackies, and dance for ya ..
I'm the

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

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

[Verse Freddie Foxxx]
I'm underground from now, through like 'til
Even if I end up the only real one left
'Cause I'm the true black gangsta, real papi
niggaz in the game is just real hard copy
Not to stop me, if you trying pop me
You probably end up in an morgue, in a six three
Got done by the hottest emcee, what mean is
rights since Muhammed Ali, slip (POOOOOW!)
For my niggaz in the pen, that might never come again
I'ma keep it sweet for ya, keep it 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 bitches too, so don't run ya honey
I'm in cutless to genghis khan
I run up in and take shit over, that's word is bond
Drama me on, a real Afrodiziac
I hear niggaz screamin "Yo, where Bump at?!"
I'm in the cut, but I sit back 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 that know)
Chance,
Chance, (It's underground baby)
Chance,
Chance, (Bumpy Knuckles baby)
Chance,
Chance, (And the Chocolate 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"