Luyện nghe bài hát Free Again

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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