Luyện nghe bài hát Doo Wop Freestyle

Aiyo, I know these don't like me
But I don't like none of ya'll niggas, you know what I'm
50 cent, 9-9, doo wop
3, take it however the fuck you wan' take it
Faggot ass (50 Cent show these niggas how to rock)

Yo, they shot that boy down like a dog in the street
Left him smelly, man fuck that, roll em over take that pellet
You ain't never a motherfucker spit like this
Not even puff, and that there made crazy hits
Every few years a nigga come who hot
I'm the next best thing since and Pac
Now I'm sayin this shit slow, so you miss it
Don't be a statistic, my jewels the district
Stay with my biscuit, touch mines and get
Son I'm off the meter, my mind on crime
See I'm tired of all rappin niggas dyin to shine
And I'm tired of fiends askin for a dime for
Hearing this next punch line from me, may strange
You sit your ass down, before I make change
Yo the sale went stale, caught em bad
Fresh out the jail, is really real
Niggas is still in jail, and I they don't tell
20-man inditement, my lawyer gotta this
know, I ain't never pressed for dough
And niggas know, I don't nobody I don't know
Son said he was O.T., pay 11 an o.z.
My man em to me, see he ain't really know b
That it was hot, was a cop
He was just tryin to pop, to put the new beams on his
I served him o.z.'s, then I served him whole keys
Now we all co-de's, man I O.D.
You know how it is on the street, is holdin the heat
walking to beat, we burnin l's up in the jeep
Ain't nothing sweet, we used to move so
It's I can't believe it, damn it's over
Fed's the six, the Lex' and the Range Rover
Now a nigga rollin in a Corolla
Used to get high, now I'm never sober
380-6 glock top load-up
Keep it in my son, I'll put one in your face
I ain't got to lose, nigga so stay in your place
Just jumped bail, I ain't been on the run
But it feel a motherfuckin marathon