Luyện nghe bài hát Checkmate

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

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

(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, bang em whenever want to try
Shoot to thrill, be at the Hill, I/we em all
(Checkmate fool!) Wherever the fall

Look look punk, every way you get
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, you mellow you call whoever
For the hype shit, you the Hill, put it together
Running game, bringing the same, raw shit
Over the hills, through the we come equipped
to the letter, keeping your down low
What I reveal, the good to heal all souls
Making you roll 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 how much blood you spit up
You could never be, fucking with
The outcome's specific, you it, collapsed lung
We hit hard, your guard, you can't tell
the bells ring, busting your shell, the pawn fell

(Checkmate fool!) em high
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!) 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

(Peek-a-Boo, you you!)

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

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

(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 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!