Luyện nghe bài hát Free At Last

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I rhymes like Flipmode
D.C soldier till I die and I by the G-code
yeah that's the D.C
with CAOS and it will come back to you 2$6 fold
so don't say you ain't told
my iron get real hot but it start off real
I throw it up a rocket
make you hand over cash I ain't gotta pick your pocket
the gang bang yeah I it
and you don't wanna be around as I proceed to it
got a I could cock it
go ahead bring your punchline I'm still block it
tooth ama knock it
you still rearing toughees I'm rocking Crocket
and Jones so don't it
and I could get buck-wild like there's a zoo in it
old ain't no new in it
I can't spend 5 seconds in the booth without it
got a gang no crew in it
got my own chec my own ones and twos in it
I got beef and I'm it
but it ain't never so I say ain't no true in it
my sick it got flu in it
my whole thugacated but ain't no school in it
we the shit ain't no in it
we pushing dope in your hood young homie no pulling it
smart ass no fool in it
the Italian stallion, no mule in it
shut ain no drool 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 no booing it
crimes with the boys in in it
and I wanna study law so no sewing it

I'm a beast in a
and the time has to release all that rage
in the or the stage
I'm way above your level be measured on your gage
I'm a beast in a cage and the time has arrived to release all rage
and the time has arrived to release all that
in the or the stage
you're yesterday's it's time to flip the page

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I breathe fire a dragon
my flow be a car yours a station wagon
I'm Black-flagging
and it's D.C till the grave, throw it up like I'm
I dig my pants they're sagging
spray-paint in my hand I'm to get the tagging
yeah get your tongue
we're on that Blood In The 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
know we ride, we down for the banging
bring chick for the shagging
I don't talk much, 'coz I get the click-clacking
the whip when it's cracking
and we're always number one, because you always get to
D.C Soldier get the
you're a bitch-nigger and we're about to get to
yo rap is my
so you kill me with a gun or a knife
always complaining like a
I done worked for what I've got, you're trife
I always rap about
you don't know going on in my head when there's silence
I hate cops and sirens
I respect even from the oldest tirents
I don't what your sign is
you ain't blood, you ain't crip, you ain't riders
I'm with the Triple Cs
hola to the Latin K.I.N.Gs
all my niggers trees
never 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 high flying
the law, get paid ain't now denying
when we die they'll be
'coz in the concrete jungle, we are the

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