Luyện nghe bài hát Checkmate

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

we go y'all, that's the nigga head dog
Lunatic smokin loops, loose in your
Got my eye on em, on the
like a bone to a dog, yea you know I have it
Anywhere you get it shit, and I'ma it
Turn around stares to face and I jab it
Drop you, like one of those ill bad
Hunt you, like a hunting a rabbit
Cuttin niggaz up Muggs on the wheels
for reals, penitentiary
Pull heads to bed the choke of a headlock
Fading bald to perms, even dreadlocks
Boy! Rudebwoy me style
I can get foul or wild, or cool for a while

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

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

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

(Peek-a-Boo, you you!)

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

My nigga rolling again, remember when
we rocked shows, battling foes, the time's been
Strong the styles, you ain't hear to win
Like pouring out of the pen, the ink stains
chance if it gets in your brain, the hot flash
got you heated repeated attacks over the tracks
Smack niggas up, back niggas up, niggas up
Jack up, hanging the wack niggas up
effect, we rolling the city limits
Crushing the bitch-ass with all the gimmicks

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

fool!