Luyện nghe bài hát ChanceSellor

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

[Verse Freddie Foxxx]
How many niggaz ride from here with me
If it's some 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, never me
I got underground money spent like overground cash
I bust one shot and if you break the fifty yard
Underground last, if we remove the virus
Some of the shit I spit'll make you wanna, me like Cyrus
I'm on king from the balcony, let me get no alch' in me
Or I be standin in the with the AK like I got alch' in me
Who run mouth at me?
I'll therefore your ass like I got south in me
Niggaz be screaming, they hardcore, they'll to be hard more
I lay your gangsta ass out on the floor
Bumpy Knucks it real raw
Be in mouth like I'm the black -?-
I'm someone that you may all seen be-fore
Maybe in peace or maybe in 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 in this motherfuck..)
Chance,
Chance,

[Verse Two: Freddie
Me and the mic be like Starsky and
Don't fuck with us, we will on you and smoke like you was in a dutch
Ha, such, ideas
Tryin make Bumpy Knucks
Takin tryin to make me show fear
You got a better chance of trying to get some soul outta Spears
I'm arsonistic, to release my biscuit
I bitch smack like I'm sadistic
Hear 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 that restort guys
They got hawk eyes, brain clouded with the
That can make you a calm in the chair, hand on the at it
You niggaz want no static, 'cause I have you breathing light - you'se
an
'Cos I had you breathing light, an assmatic
It's the Pataki, ain't no death penalty aim gon' stop me for my
favorite
Mackie, shot out the Acy - cause some white boy call me blackie
So we played this little game called click-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 [ you niggaz ain't keeping it hot .. ]
Chance,

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

[Verse Three: Freddie
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
Lotta niggaz in the game is real hard copy
Not to stop me, if you trying pop me
You probably end up in an morgue, in a six drop
Got done by the emcee, what that mean is
Overhand rights since Muhammed Ali, (POOOOOW!)
For my niggaz in the pen, that might never home again
I'ma keep it sweet for ya, it street for ya
And everytime I don't make, I'll take from these ass rap niggaz
Tunnel bangers we strap niggaz, darranger by the
Niggaz walking type funny, ya eyes pealed for the money
We rob bitches too, so don't run ya honey
I'm just in 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 "Yo, where Bump Kneezy 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, Sellor (The ChanceSellor)
Chance,
Chance,
Chance, (That's right!)

Chance, Sellor (And for of you that don't know)
Chance,
Chance, (It's underground baby)
Chance,
Chance, Sellor (Bumpy baby)
Chance,
Chance, (And the Chocolate Boy Wonder)
Chance,
Chance, (And the motherfucking, holler)

"You we do" .. "No doubt"
Pete is gangsta! "No doubt"
Bumpy is gangsta! "No doubt"
Oh you forgot, gangsta! "No doubt"
Keep it gully, gangsta! "No doubt"