Luyện nghe bài hát Flatline

I'll box fuckin' head off, who gon' knock the kid off?
of y'all which one of y'all come try me
I'll body little homeboy silence sound boy
Come challenge me please I promise you a
And I'm dipping in a and I'm fresh 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 less bullet from my hundred 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
Stop train, airplanes fall you gon' lose
I'm on my you on my list
I bring the wop out of the spot it's on like
nigga crack back and I'ma pop off my blick
That nigga mack back you to hop off our dicks

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

I should of let the ar touch him him
To the bumper him two city blocks
The juice in me and the shot, four perks' and a hitterock
You first if you get the drop
Your deuce work if you hit the
Lose the nurse one get the doc'
Remove his shirt his pressure
Check his vital sign his hemorrhaging finish him,

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

B Seig'll squeeze the on you
P Crack let the ring on you
breath over you, machines gotta breath for you
Your ass squad wouldn't bleed for you
Get I'm the wrong one
Short temper a long gun
My blick that a W.I.C. line
Niggaz snitch 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 told but my mac unload
I'm guaranteed to turn a nigga
Got ten shots for the and the top
Risin' off Porsche eleven about seven
Get back on this gat I it for my pop
I'm not lying don't get your ass

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