Luyện nghe bài hát Doo Wop Freestyle

Aiyo, I know these niggas don't me
But I don't like of ya'll niggas, you know what I'm sayin
50 cent, 9-9, doo wop
Volume 3, it however the fuck you wan' take it
Faggot ass niggas (50 Cent show niggas how to rock)

Yo, they done shot that boy like a dog in the street
Left him smelly, man fuck that, roll em over take fellas pellet
You ain't never heard a spit like this
Not even puff, and that there made crazy hits
few years a nigga come who crazy hot
I'm the next best thing since and Pac
Now I'm sayin this shit slow, so you don't it
be a statistic, my jewels from the district
Stay with my biscuit, touch and get twisted
Son I'm off the meter, my locked on crime
See I'm tired of all these rappin dyin to shine
And I'm tired of fiends for a dime for nine
Hearing this next punch line from me, may sound
You sit your ass down, before I make change
Yo the went stale, caught em real bad
out the jail, shit is really real
Niggas is still in jail, and I pray they don't
20-man inditement, my lawyer gotta fight
know, I ain't never pressed for dough
And niggas know, I don't serve nobody I 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 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
Po-Po to beat, we burnin l's up in the jeep
nothing sweet, we used to move so strategic
It's over I believe it, damn it's over
Fed's ceased the six, the and the Range Rover
Now a nigga rollin in a Toyota
Used to get high, now I'm never sober
380-6 glock top load-up
Keep it in my waist son, put one in your face
I ain't got nothing to lose, nigga so stay in your
Just jumped bail, I been on the run long
But it like a motherfuckin marathon