Luyện nghe bài hát Free At Last

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I bust rhymes like
D.C soldier till I die and I live by the
that's the D.C code
mess with CAOS and it will back to you 2$6 fold
so say you ain't been told
my get real hot but it start off real cold
I it up like a rocket
make you hand over your cash I ain't gotta pick pocket
the gang bang yeah I it
and you don't be around as I proceed to walk it
got a weapon I cock it
go ahead bring your punchline I'm still gon' it
silver ama knock it
you still rearing toughees well I'm Crocket
and Jones so don't it
and could I could get buck-wild like a zoo in it
old ain't no new in it
I can't spend 5 in the booth without losing it
got a gang ain't no in it
got my own microphone chec my own ones and in it
I got and I'm chewing it
but it ain't never legit so I say no true in it
my flow it got flu in it
my whole click but ain't no school in it
we the shit no bull in it
we pushing dope in your hood young ain't no pulling it
smart ass no fool in it
the Italian stallion, no mule in it
mouth shut ain no in it
punchlines in abundence, a little in it
CAOS doing it
you'll find a lot of me no you in it
host a party don't know who in it
perform on stage all cheers ain't no it
crimes with the in blue in it
and I study law so ain't no sewing it

I'm a beast in a
and the time has to release all that rage
in the booth or the
I'm way above your can't be measured on your gage
I'm a beast in a and the time has arrived to release all that rage
and the time has arrived to all that rage
in the or the stage
you're yesterday's paper time to flip the page

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I breathe fire a dragon
my be a sports car yours a station wagon
I'm Black-flagging
and it's D.C the grave, throw it up like I'm gagging
I dig my pants when they're
spray-paint in my I'm about to get the tagging
yeah get tongue wagging
on that Blood In The Sand shit, about to get the fragging
D.C Productions yeah we're
if you're a hater and you know it, you best get the
new holster, put the in
everybody know we ride, we for the banging
bring chick for the shagging
I talk much, 'coz I could get the click-clacking
hear the whip it's cracking
and we're always number one, because you always get to
D.C Soldier get the
you're a and we're about to get to bitch-slapping
yo rap is my
so you kill me with a gun or a knife
always complaining like a
I done worked for what got, you're just trife
I always rap about
you don't know going on in my head when there's silence
I hate cops and their
I respect even from the oldest tirents
I don't care your sign is
you ain't blood, you ain't crip, you ain't G-Unit
I'm down with the Cs
vato to the Latin K.I.N.Gs
all my niggers pushing
ain't been to work but still stacking Gs
the D.R.Es
still, get down to the D.O Gs
and the biggies
you best get rich or you die trying
yo I'm always flying
break the law, get ain't now denying
when we die be crying
in the concrete jungle, we are the lion

I'm a beast in a
and the time has arrived to all that rage
in the booth or the
I'm way above your can't be measured on your gage
I'm a in a cage and the time has arrived to release all that rage
and the time has arrived to all that rage
in the booth or the
you're yesterday's paper it's time to flip the