Luyện nghe bài hát Doo Wop Freestyle

Aiyo, I know niggas 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
Volume 3, take it however the fuck you take it
Faggot ass (50 Cent show these niggas how to rock)

Yo, they done shot boy down like a dog in the street
him smelly, man fuck that, roll em over take that fellas pellet
You ain't heard a motherfucker spit like this
Not even puff, and that nigga made crazy hits
Every few years a nigga come who hot
I'm the next best since Biggie and Pac
Now I'm sayin this shit slow, so you don't it
Don't be a statistic, my jewels from the
Stay with my biscuit, touch mines and get
Son I'm off the meter, my locked on crime
See I'm tired of all rappin niggas dyin to shine
And I'm tired of fiends for a dime for nine
this next punch line from me, may sound 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
is still in jail, and I pray they don't tell
20-man inditement, my lawyer fight this
Niggas know, I never pressed for dough
And know, I don't serve nobody I don't know
Son he was from O.T., pay 11 an o.z.
My man brought em to me, see he ain't really b
That it was hot, was a cop
He was tryin to pop, to put the new beams on his drop
First I served him o.z.'s, then I served him whole
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 over I believe it, damn it's over
Fed's ceased the six, the Lex' and the Range
Now a nigga rollin in a Corolla
Used to never get high, now I'm never
shot glock top load-up
Keep it in my waist son, I'll put one in face
I ain't got to lose, nigga so stay in your place
jumped bail, I ain't been on the run long
But it like a motherfuckin marathon