Luyện nghe bài hát Flatline

I'll box your fuckin' off, who gon' knock the kid off?
of y'all which one of y'all come try me
I'll body little homeboy that sound boy
Come challenge me please I you a homi
And I'm dipping in a bonnie' and I'm fresh out the
And I just taught my mami how to shoot a tool
So I for you to run up get one up in your stomach
That's one less bullet from my hundred uz'

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

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

I should of let the ar him cuffed him
To the bumper drug him two city
The juice in me and the henny shot, perks' and a hitterock
You shoot if you get the drop
Your deuce if you hit the spot
Lose the nurse some one get the
Remove his his pressure drop
Check his sign his hemorrhaging finish him, flatline

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

B Seig'll the eag' on you
P Crack let the mack on you
Paramedics breath over you, gotta breath for you
faggot ass squad wouldn't bleed for you
Get flatlined I'm the one
Short temper with a gun
My blick longer a W.I.C. line
snitch when the law come, you better run when the boy come

Ring, P crack'll his aim on you
B mack bang on you, flesh just hang on you
And I don't what u been told but when my mac unload
I'm guaranteed to turn a nigga
Got ten shots for the and the top
Risin' off eleven about seven stops
Get back on gat I throw it for my pop
I'm not lying don't get ass flatline

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