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 head dog
smokin loops, loose in your sector
Got my eye on em, on the
like a to a dog, yea you know I gotta have it
you get it shit, and I'ma grab it
Turn around to your face and I jab it
Drop you, like one of ill bad habits
Hunt you, like a hillbilly a rabbit
Cuttin niggaz up like Muggs on the
for reals, penitentiary
Pull heads to bed from the choke of a
Fading heads to perms, even dreadlocks
Boy! Rudebwoy me style
I can get foul or wild, or just cool for a

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

look punk, every way you get shook
To the pawn, taking out the rook, off of the
get tooken, taken you for Satan
You can't breathe, no to look up and see me
The last hope, you mellow you call whoever
For the hype shit, you call the Hill, put it
this game, bringing the same, raw shit
Over the hills, through the city we come
to the letter, keeping your temperature low
What I reveal, the good shit to heal all
Making you roll night, you tripping, my game's tight
To the new I bring, never the same hype
so that shit off, get up, don't let off
No matter how much blood you up
You could never be, with Greenthumb
The outcome's specific, you spliff it, lung
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, bang em whenever you/he to try
to thrill, be at the Hill, I/we take em all
(Checkmate fool!) Wherever the 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 that funk yea slam it in the trunk
I'ma kill all junk with the clunk
Ain't nobody came my way, bout
the Westside of L.A., so
punk-ass click you claim, you bumping that shit
and elevate your frame, cause I want
big-time, asshole, studio
a lot of shit, but that's not the main factor

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

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

fool!