Luyện nghe bài hát Flatline

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

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

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

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

Load it up, roll up, boy flat boy
up all that rap I'll get that boy clapped boy
Oh no here we go flatline
P crack b mack is boy
Get him up outta here yea
get plugged to that machine yea
Hold up he air
Am I Flatline yea

B squeeze the eag' on you
P Crack let the mack on you
Paramedics over you, machines gotta breath for you
Your faggot ass squad bleed for you
Get flatlined I'm the one
temper with a long gun
My blick longer that a W.I.C.
Niggaz snitch the law come, you better run when the boy come

Ring, P test his aim on you
B mack just 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 Porsche about seven stops
Get back on this gat I it for my pop
I'm not lying get your ass flatline

Load it up, roll up, blat boy boy
Slow up all rap I'll 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 to that machine yea
up he losing air
Am I Flatline yea