Luyện nghe bài hát Checkmate

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

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

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

Look look punk, every way you get
To the pawn, taking out the rook, off of the
get tooken, taken you for Satan
You can't breathe, no need to up and see me
The last hope, when you 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 equipped
to the letter, your temperature down low
I reveal, the good shit to heal all souls
Making you roll late night, you tripping, my tight
To the new shit I bring, the same hype
so that shit off, get up, don't let off
No matter how much you spit up
You could never be, with Greenthumb
The outcome's specific, you spliff it, collapsed
We hit hard, breaking your guard, you tell
when the bells ring, busting your shell, the fell

(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!) 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 fall

(Peek-a-Boo, you you!)

I'ma freak funk yea slam it in the trunk
I'ma all junk with the suicide clunk
Ain't nobody came my way, talking
the of L.A., so whatever
punk-ass you claim, you keep 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 the styles, you ain't hear to win
Like pouring out of the pen, the ink stains
Slim chance if it gets in brain, the hot flash
got you heated with repeated over the tracks
niggas up, back niggas up, hack niggas up
Jack niggas up, the wack niggas up
Snowball effect, we the city limits
the bitch-ass niggas 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!) em high
Got the live shit, bang em whenever you/he to try
Shoot to thrill, be at the Hill, take em all
(Checkmate fool!) Wherever the pawns

fool!