Luyện nghe bài hát Checkmate

Bout to these niggaz man
Don't come in my backyard
and the DOG, motherfucker!
Ha!

Here we go y'all, that's the head dog
smokin loops, loose in your sector
Got my eye on em, on the
a bone to a dog, yea you know I gotta have it
Anywhere you get it shit, and grab it
Turn stares to your face and I jab it
Drop you, like one of ill bad habits
you, like a hillbilly hunting a rabbit
Cuttin niggaz up like on the wheels
for reals, penitentiary
heads to bed from the choke of a headlock
Fading bald heads to perms, dreadlocks
Boy! Rudebwoy me style
I can get foul or wild, or just cool for a

(Checkmate fool!) Hang em
Got the live shit, bang em whenever you/he to try
Shoot to thrill, be at the Hill, take em all
(Checkmate fool!) the pawns fall
(Checkmate fool!) em high
Got the live shit, bang em whenever you/he to try
Shoot to thrill, be at the Hill, take em all
(Checkmate fool!) the pawns fall

Look punk, every way you get shook
To the pawn, out the rook, off of the book
Lights get tooken, you for Satan
You can't breathe, no to look up and see me
The last hope, when you mellow you call
For the shit, you call the Hill, put it together
Running this game, bringing the same, raw
the hills, through the city we come equipped
to the letter, keeping your down low
What I reveal, the good shit to heal all
Making you roll night, you tripping, my game's tight
To the new shit I bring, the same hype
so push that shit off, get up, let off
No matter how much you spit up
You could never be, fucking with
The outcome's specific, you spliff it, lung
We hit hard, breaking your guard, you can't
when the bells ring, your shell, the pawn fell

(Checkmate fool!) em high
Got the live shit, em whenever you/he want to try
Shoot to thrill, be at the Hill, I/we em all
(Checkmate fool!) the pawns fall
(Checkmate fool!) em high
Got the shit, bang em whenever you/he want to try
Shoot to thrill, be at the Hill, I/we em all
(Checkmate fool!) Wherever the fall

(Peek-a-Boo, you you!)

I'ma freak that funk yea it in the trunk
kill all junk with the suicide clunk
Ain't nobody my way, talking bout
the Westside of L.A., so
click you claim, you keep bumping that shit
and elevate your frame, I want that
big-time, asshole, gangsta
Worth a lot of shit, but not the main factor

My nigga Sen's rolling again, remember
we rocked shows, battling foes, the time's long
Strong with the styles, you hear to win
Like blood out of the pen, the ink stains
Slim chance if it gets in your brain, the hot
got you heated with attacks over the tracks
Smack niggas up, back niggas up, niggas up
Jack up, hanging the wack niggas up
Snowball effect, we the city limits
Crushing the bitch-ass niggas all the gimmicks

(Checkmate fool!) Hang em
Got the live shit, em whenever you/he want to try
Shoot to thrill, be at the Hill, I/we em all
(Checkmate fool!) Wherever the fall
(Checkmate fool!) em high
Got the live shit, bang em whenever want to try
Shoot to thrill, be at the Hill, I/we em all
(Checkmate fool!) the pawns fall

fool!