Luyện nghe bài hát Checkmate

Bout to mash these man
come in my backyard motherfucker
and the DOG, motherfucker!
Ha!

Here we go y'all, that's the nigga dog
Lunatic loops, loose in your sector
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, a hillbilly hunting a rabbit
Cuttin niggaz up Muggs on the wheels
for reals, steel
Pull heads to bed the choke of a headlock
Fading bald to perms, even dreadlocks
Boy! with me style
I can get foul or wild, or just cool for a

(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 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!) Wherever the pawns

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

(Checkmate fool!) Hang em
Got the live shit, bang em whenever want to try
to thrill, be at the Hill, I/we take em all
(Checkmate fool!) the pawns fall
(Checkmate fool!) Hang em
Got the live shit, bang em whenever you/he 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
nobody came my way, talking bout
the Westside of L.A., so
punk-ass click you claim, you 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 Sen's rolling again, remember
we rocked shows, battling foes, the been long
Strong with the styles, you hear to win
blood 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 the city limits
Crushing the bitch-ass niggas all the gimmicks

(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!) 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, I/we em all
(Checkmate fool!) the pawns fall

fool!