Luyện nghe bài hát Crane Style

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

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

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