Luyện nghe bài hát Doo Wop Symphony (Freestyle)

Aiyo, I know these niggas like me
But I don't like none of niggas, you know what I'm sayin
50 Cent, 9-9, doo wop
Volume 3, take it however the you wan' take it
ass niggas (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 heard a motherfucker like this
Not even puff, and that nigga there made crazy
Every few a nigga come who crazy hot
I'm the next best thing Biggie and Pac
Now I'm sayin shit slow, so you don't miss it
Don't be a statistic, my jewels from the
Stay with my biscuit, touch and get twisted
Son I'm off the meter, my mind locked on
See I'm tired of all these rappin niggas to shine
And I'm tired of askin for a dime for nine
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, shit is real
Niggas is still in jail, and I they don't tell
20-man inditement, my lawyer fight this
know, I ain't never pressed for dough
And niggas know, I 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 just to pop, to put the new beams on his drop
First I served him o.z.'s, then I served him keys
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 can't believe it, damn it's
Fed's ceased the six, the Lex' and the Range
Now a nigga in a Toyota Corolla
Used to get high, now I'm never sober
380-6 shot glock top
Keep it in my waist son, I'll put one in your
I ain't got nothing to lose, nigga so in your place
Just jumped bail, I ain't been on the run
But it feel like a marathon