Luyện nghe bài hát Doo Wop Symphony (Freestyle)

Aiyo, I know niggas don't 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 fuck you take it
Faggot ass niggas (50 Cent these niggas how to rock)

Yo, they done that boy down like a dog in the street
Left him smelly, man that, roll em over take that fellas pellet
You ain't heard a motherfucker spit like this
Not even puff, and that nigga there made hits
Every few years a come who crazy hot
I'm the next best thing Biggie and Pac
Now I'm sayin this shit slow, so you miss it
Don't be a statistic, my from the district
with my biscuit, touch mines and get twisted
Son I'm off the meter, my mind locked on
See I'm tired of all these rappin niggas dyin to
And I'm tired of fiends askin for a dime for
this next punch line from me, may sound strange
You sit your 5-dollar ass down, 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
know, I ain't never pressed for dough
And niggas know, I serve nobody I don't know
Son said he was O.T., pay 11 an o.z.
My man brought em to me, see he really know b
it was hot, dude was a cop
He was just to pop, to put the new beams on his drop
I served him o.z.'s, then I served him whole keys
Now we all co-de's, man I O.D.
You how it is on the street, niggas is holdin the heat
Po-Po walking to beat, we l's up in the jeep
nothing sweet, we used to move so strategic
It's over I can't it, damn it's over
ceased the six, the Lex' and the Range Rover
Now a rollin in a Toyota Corolla
Used to never get high, now I'm never
shot glock top load-up
Keep it in my son, I'll put one in your face
I got nothing to lose, nigga so stay in your place
Just bail, I ain't been on the run long
But it like a mathafuckin' marathon