Luyện nghe bài hát Flatline

I'll box your fuckin' head off, who gon' the kid off?
None of y'all which one of y'all try me
I'll body little homeboy silence 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 taught my mami how to shoot a lil' tool
So I hate for you to run up get one up in stomach
That's one less from my hundred shot uz'

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

out the federal cases I got several
About or five just had to settle two
They I try to show a nigga what the metal do
But didn't succeed the nigga still
Attempt please I of hit him in his peas
With the mac with the that got back in the breeze
Only from the neck up I'd let the heck-lar plug 'em
I think they made kevlar scullys fuck it

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

Load it up, up, blat boy flat boy
Slow up all that rap get that boy clapped boy
Oh no here we go flatline
P crack b is back boy
Get him up outta ring yea
Don't get plugged to that yea
up he losing air
Am I Flatline yea

B Seig'll the eag' on you
P Crack let the mack on you
Paramedics breath over you, machines breath for you
Your faggot ass squad wouldn't for you
Get flatlined I'm the one
Short with a long gun
My blick that 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 know what u been but when my mac unload
I'm to turn a nigga cold
Got ten for the present and the top
Risin' off eleven about seven stops
Get on this gat I throw it for my pop
I'm not lying don't get your ass

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