Luyện nghe bài hát ChanceSellor

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

[Verse One: Freddie
How many niggaz wanna ride 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 so when I die you'll, never forget me
I got underground money that's spent overground cash
I bust one shot and if you the fifty yard dash
Underground last, if we remove the virus
of the shit I spit'll make you wanna, kill me like Cyrus
I'm on from 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 therefore your ass like I got south in me
Niggaz be screaming, they hardcore, they'll need to be more
I lay your gangsta ass out on the floor
Bumpy Knucks keep it raw
Be in your like I'm the black -?-
I'm that you may have all seen be-fore
Maybe in 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 show you how you get busy in motherfuck..)
Chance,
Chance,

Two: Freddie Foxxx]
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 Knucks dissa-pear
Takin chances tryin to make me show
You got a better of trying to get some soul outta Britney Spears
I'm arsonistic, quick to my biscuit
I bitch smack like I'm sadistic
Hear them niggaz talking 'bout dying - scared to
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 hawk eyes, brain clouded the traumatic
That can make you a calm in the chair, on the napalm at it
You niggaz want no static, 'cause I have you breathing light - you'se
an
'Cos I had you breathing light, you'se an
It's the Pataki, ain't no death penalty aim stop me for watching my
channel;
Eleven Mackie, shot out the Acy - some white boy call me blackie
So we played this little game called click-a-tie
Now three blackies, and we'll dance for ya ..
I'm the

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

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

Three: Freddie Foxxx]
I'm underground from now, through like death
Even if I end up bein the only one left
'Cause I'm the true black gangsta, real hard
Lotta niggaz in the game is real hard copy
Not to stop me, if you trying pop me
You end up in an morgue, in a six drop three
Got done by the hottest emcee, that mean is
rights since Muhammed Ali, slip (POOOOOW!)
For my in the pen, that might never come home again
I'ma it sweet for ya, keep it street for ya
And everytime I don't make, I'll from these wack ass rap niggaz
Tunnel we strap niggaz, darranger by the asshole
walking type 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, word is bond
turns me on, a real Afrodiziac
I hear niggaz screamin "Yo, where Bump at?!"
I'm in the cut, but I can't sit back and 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 of you that don't know)
Chance,
Chance, (It's underground baby)
Chance,
Chance, Sellor (Bumpy baby)
Chance,
Chance, Sellor (And the 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"
it gully, it's gangsta! "No doubt"