Luyện nghe bài hát Flatline

I'll box your fuckin' off, who gon' knock the kid off?
None of y'all one of y'all come try me
I'll body homeboy silence that sound boy
challenge me please I promise you a homi
And I'm dipping in a bonnie' and I'm out the county
And I just taught my mami how to shoot a tool
So I hate for you to run up get one up in stomach
That's one bullet from my hundred shot uz'

Put your finger in your gun wound
Run to spittle and tell 'em P. not cool
He on shit that'll make a dead man move
Stop train, fall dawg you gon' lose
I'm on my twist you on my
I bring the wop out of the spot on like shit
That nigga crack back and I'ma pop off my
That nigga mack back you to hop off our dicks

Fresh out the federal I got several
About four or just had to settle two
They said I try to show a nigga the metal do
But didn't succeed the still breath
please I would of hit him in his peas
With the mac with the beam that got in the breeze
Only clap from the neck up I'd let the plug 'em
I don't they made kevlar scullys fuck it

I of let the ar touch him cuffed him
To the drug him two city blocks
The juice in me and the shot, four perks' and a hitterock
You shoot first if you get the
deuce work if you hit the spot
Lose the some one get the doc'
Remove his shirt his drop
Check his vital his hemorrhaging finish him, flatline

Load it up, up, blat boy flat boy
up all that rap I'll get that boy clapped boy
Oh no here we go another
P crack b mack is boy
Get him up outta ring yea
Don't get to that machine yea
Hold up he air
Am I clear? yea

B squeeze the eag' on you
P Crack let the mack on you
Paramedics breath over you, machines breath for you
Your faggot ass wouldn't bleed for you
Get flatlined I'm the one
Short temper a long gun
My longer that a W.I.C. line
Niggaz when the law come, you better run when the boy come

Ring, P test his aim on you
B mack just bang on you, flesh just on you
And I don't know what u been told but my mac unload
I'm guaranteed to turn a nigga
Got ten for the present and the top
Risin' off Porsche eleven about stops
Get back on this gat I it for my pop
I'm not don't get your ass flatline

it up, roll up, blat boy flat boy
Slow up all that rap I'll get that boy boy
Oh no here we go flatline
P crack b mack is boy
Get him up here ring yea
get plugged to that machine yea
Hold up he air
Am I clear? yea