Luyện nghe bài hát Free Again

Free
Back to bein' again
Back to bein' me (Hello!)
With all my freedom
Coca the don nigga

(Free)
Ey yo
Yo?
I tell you I got you ma
Uh, once New York City

I move rhymes like retail, make sure shit
where we at to my man's cell
I move rhymes like retail, make sure sell
From where we at to my cell (Free)

outta cell 12 a hell fell on my lap
A was born to rap 'bout drug tales and all the rats
This is for Chef Jr., now Italiana
Chicken Parmesan and bocce with my
I told Manuel Azaña die with my honor
Six bad bitches, marijuana, with ? Can find us
If you could see the pictures and the that these bitches sent me
Hopped in the Ghost, my wiz jumped in the Bentley
Suge had the Row, Jay start the Roc
I was in the car ? Fuck the
With the killer cross, had Iverson on the
the cover of The Source, tell me that ain't hot
When in for RICO, kilos, wish they me the max
Fuck T.O.'s, and see hoes for hatin' new crack
Four months on the toilet shit, I can do
Came thirty, left with three, now how the fuck he do that?
Most these niggas in the Fed shoulda in the State
Off The Texas to Brazil, now we the stakes
I seen Gordouli, know nigga big like Chapo
Shout out to you know who, let me in the chapel
Esa es ? First thing in the
Tried to send me to the shoe for the first pair of
I had a thing for the secretary, Ms. Jordan?
All that ass in them pants had you important
Left J's on my feet, J's, J's on my feet
Straight out the cage, sun raised on the
And I ain't got to lie, my son raised on the
Crib with the elevator, Gabe on the

(Free)
It's goin' down, down, it's goin'
Once New York city (free)
It's goin' down, down, it's goin'
I move rhymes retail, make sure shit sell
where we at to my man's cell
I move rhymes like retail, sure shit sell
where we at to my man's cell
(Free)

Gun choke, move dope, niggas know my
Bulletproof smart car, six AR
Cocktail, Molotov, heat, turn heat
Revolve, cock, bang, revolve, off
Cocaine, medating, codeine lean
The fuck out my way, the bricks down the highway
an anthem when I rant, fuck you think I am, Kanye?
I had them wearing vests, now these wear dresses (Free)
I you back to the essence,
Free of charge a nigga so large, these is stretching, I bless 'em
The pounds the with profits precise
With precision, we'll you up the pillar, you get that right
Money motivation, this in the basket
Go ahead, say 'bout it while you gettin' your ass kicked
Niggas back on the New York
My little man post up in the bank a full clip, he let it off

(Free)
It's goin' down, down, it's down
(Free)
goin' down, down, it's goin' down
I move like retail, make sure shit sell
where we at to my man's cell
I move rhymes like retail, sure shit sell
From where we at to my man's

Dj Kay Slay, The King
Fat Joe, 50
New York City, had to
It's politics
They can make a wrong teaching way to
Or situation wrong
Depending upon the involved, politics
Wack 100,
again! (Free again)
(Back to being free
(Back to me again)
(With all my freedom)
(My precious freedom)