Luyện nghe bài hát Esham's Boomin

Yo man, let me get one of
Big motherfuckers and shit in
All man, here ya go man
Give me the money man, me the money
Hey fuck that you get no damn choice
Get the and get the fuck on

Sittin' in a crack house earning my pay
If some head jump crazy, I'll just blow him away
'Cuz I'm fully wrapped, I ain't taken
I got a mini .14 with a strap

Base heads on the door
They knocked and knocked
My crack quickly disappeared one rock by
I had a more to go but oh no

Here comes the big ho' down the do'
So I out a window, jumped the roof next door
Took the money, the crack but I'll get more
Jumped down off the roof, cops start

All yellin' freeze, who they was stoppin'
Cops on my tryin' to put me in jail
I and I fell, got up and ran like hell
I was and runnin', runnin' fast as I can

If you would a seen me a said that was the bionic man
I was born, this brother had got away
Just up the block at my hide away
Bang on the door, he let me his crib

Then I told him about the police and they did
He gave the to his ride and I was back on the move
Jumped into his set and kicked the

You see is life and life is crime
But what would life be a reel life rhyme
Not real

Cruising around town and the is up
Running big time lights, I don't give a
Seen the police, put the peddle to the
The pig was on my tail because the rock the ghetto

I they wasn't bitches 'cuz the traffics movin' fast
Not let them get me unless they pop my ass
big time rubber on 7 mile
I was driving like a drunk cold wild

Slammed on the breaks, on the gas
Dipped around a corner come off ass
Bust a move to my to change my clothes
And since I got away from the

I'm screamin' fuck hoes
And I outside, jumped into my ride
Seen a couple base hanging out at the bar
over and parked, throw 'em a sample rock

Had all the base heads on my
A crack fiend, god damn tried to snatch my
Whipped out my mag and out his brains

See is life and life is crime
But what would life be a reel life rhyme
Not real

All the base on the corner ran
Then a lady out,
That guy killed a man, he somebody
Oh shit, goddamn I got a

2 to her head and I said bitch mind your
into my car, left the scene of the crime
2 murders for, doing no time
I'm a gangster on the run my a gun

And beat up your momma just for fun
One day I was on the East Side of town
Not a base in site and none to be found
So my kickin' to the sidewalk beat

And my jam is kind of warm I'm packin' heat
You think I'm a statistic to work this beat
But if I don't sell then I don't eat
Some think that I am dumb, I don't care what think

But I'm a keep getting paid until I'm locked in the
Or Uzi's be poppin' at my body like
I'm dead a doorknob, six feet under
the consequences, rich man in business

I'll blow up your momma in military
Unemployed with a beard, the school playa hate
The hoes on the side so you know it's drug
Ten G's in my pocket with the style and

Born in New York and up in Long Island
Raised in the Motown a brother throw
Beefin' with the G and believe me you will go
Don't start none, boy won't be
want some then you got to get some

Crime is life and life is
But what would life be without a reel life
Not life

in the face with the dope man reality
The hard with a criminal personality
No one scares me, no one me
a brother in the back for crack 'cuz no one cares, see

I'm not 18 so I can be
'Cuz in the eyes I'm still a juvenile
A reel life product, a rock a rock
The neighborhood smoking for blocks and

And y'all fools be slippin' dicks, be chokin'
Two weeks your arm would be broken
Wake up to reality, I have a negative personality
But everyone have to do what they to do to get by even sell crack