Luyện nghe bài hát Esham's Boomin

Yo man, let me get one of
Big and shit in here
All man, here ya go man
Give me the man, give me the money
Hey fuck you ain't get no damn choice
Get the and get the fuck on

Sittin' down in a house earning my pay
If some base head jump crazy, just blow him away
'Cuz I'm fully wrapped, I taken crap
I got a mini .14 a shoulder strap

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

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

All yellin' freeze, who they thought was
Cops on my tail tryin' to put me in
I slipped and I fell, got up and ran like
I was runnin' and runnin', runnin' as I can

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

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

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

Cruising town and the bass is up
Running big time lights, I don't a fuck
the police, put the peddle to the metal
The pig was on my tail because the speakers the ghetto

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

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

I'm screamin' them hoes
And I stepped outside, jumped into my
Seen a base heads hanging out at the bar
Pulled over and parked, 'em a sample rock

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

See crime is life and is crime
But what would life be without a reel life
Not life

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

2 to her head and I said bitch your business
Jumped into my car, left the scene of the
2 uncalled 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 chillin' on the East Side of
Not a base head in site and to be found
So my Fila's kickin' to the beat

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

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

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

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

Crime is and life is crime
But what would life be without a life rhyme
Not life

Kicked in the face with the man reality
The hard with a criminal personality
No one scares me, no one me
Shoot a 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, it's a a rock
The neighborhood for blocks and blocks

And y'all be slippin' puffin dicks, be chokin'
Two weeks your arm would be broken
Wake up to reality, I don't a negative personality
But everyone to do what they have to do to get by even sell crack