Luyện nghe bài hát Esham's Boomin

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

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

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

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

All yellin' freeze, who thought was stoppin'
on my tail tryin' to put me in jail
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
Yeah I was born, brother had got away
Just up the block at my hide away
Bang on the door, he let me his crib

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

You see crime is life and life is
But what would life be without a reel rhyme
Not real

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

And I'll 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 Fila's kickin' to the beat

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

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

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

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

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

Kicked in the face with the man reality
The brothers hard with a personality
No one me, no one dares me
Shoot a brother in the back for crack no one cares, see

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

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