Luyện nghe bài hát Checkmate

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

Here we go y'all, that's the nigga dog
Lunatic smokin loops, 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 around stares to face and I jab it
you, like one of those ill bad habits
Hunt you, like a hillbilly a rabbit
Cuttin up like Muggs on the wheels
for reals, steel
Pull heads to bed the choke of a headlock
Fading bald heads to perms, dreadlocks
Boy! with me style
I can get or wild, or just cool for a while

(Checkmate fool!) Hang em
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
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
get tooken, taken you for Satan
You can't breathe, no need to up and see me
The last hope, you mellow you call whoever
For the hype shit, you the Hill, put it together
Running this game, the same, raw shit
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 late night, you tripping, my game's tight
To the new I bring, never the same hype
so push that off, get up, don't let off
No matter how much you spit up
You could be, fucking with Greenthumb
The outcome's specific, you spliff it, collapsed
We hit hard, breaking your guard, you can't
when the ring, busting your shell, the pawn fell

(Checkmate fool!) Hang em
Got the live shit, 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, 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 the suicide clunk
Ain't nobody came my way, talking
the Westside of L.A., so
punk-ass you claim, you keep bumping that shit
and your frame, cause I want that
big-time, asshole, studio
Worth a lot of shit, but not the main factor

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

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

fool!