Luyện nghe bài hát Crane Style

[Intro:
Come on, man, you a dude, Chef
to them niggas, man, stop playing, man
For real, man

Redskin leather, sex
Pair of Mocs on, lighting Lear on my flesh
Let my arm roll, fresh off the honor roll, platinum bottles of
All my do what I got 'em for
Extra flashy grind, hit 'em with a rhyme
is nothing, blunt out, fuck him
All we know is jewelry and I that, everybody excited
To see whatever bling on, that
Clever, more a fox and ox together
Two stainless glocks, and a feather
Yeah, I'm from the lead era, at
Anything move, and move out America
And all we ever is needed, seen it
Like a Filipino in Kuwait getting treated
Heavy horror armor, spike a like her
Half a pound of good weed, then float through
Brilliant master, chapel in the Apple
Flooded up, wackos
Park Hillians getting hillions, means millions
All on feet like

Rhymes:]
Shallah, I got 'em
Heat-seeking missile spit, even try to hide, nigga
Sizzle your skin bars, call me cyanide, bitch
Try me if you want, homey, a no-no
I am the health hazard, & bone, poisonous logo
Unleash the dragon, massacre the
I'm spitting, burn a through the speaker,
And melting the street up
Somebody call the fire department
And I'm a believer,
Ya'll that I ain't the one to start with
once the fuse is lit and we strike a match and the spark smell
My fangs and we nam them up like ox tail
Ya'll see what's happening, ya'll know what the is
Somebody please ask Shallah Rae why he me do this
Cause once I finish dudes, it's unfortunate for yappers
Throw in the trash, they ain't no recycling bin for rappers
I microphone control, it's the dominant factor
The records been bodied, I personally request the pastor,