Luyện nghe bài hát Doo Wop Symphony (Freestyle)

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

Yo, they done shot that boy like a dog in the street
Left him smelly, man fuck that, roll em over that fellas pellet
You ain't never heard a spit like this
Not even puff, and that nigga there made crazy
Every few years a nigga come who hot
I'm the best thing since Biggie and Pac
Now I'm sayin this shit slow, so you miss it
Don't be a statistic, my from the district
Stay with my biscuit, mines and get twisted
Son I'm off the meter, my mind locked on
See I'm tired of all these rappin dyin to shine
And I'm tired of askin for a dime for nine
Hearing next punch line from me, may sound strange
You sit your 5-dollar ass down, before I change
Yo the went stale, caught em real bad
out the jail, shit is really real
Niggas is in jail, and I pray 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 he was from O.T., pay 11 an o.z.
My man brought em to me, see he really know b
That it was hot, was a cop
He was just tryin to pop, to put the new 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, niggas is 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 can't believe it, damn over
ceased the six, the Lex' and the Range Rover
Now a nigga rollin in a Toyota
Used to never get high, now I'm sober
shot 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 place
Just jumped bail, I ain't been on the run
But it feel like a mathafuckin'