Luyện nghe bài hát Freestyle

My name Cassidy i know u me man
i hold twin like im Yoesimite sam
I ride wit da five but i dont drive an infiniti man
Im dat guy you to be man
thats why when u take a
Its not gon be man
I plots on my enemie man,blam
I cant let it slide and around petrified
let em when dey gon try come test da odds
dat man i make da gat excercise
and u could be nex to die u better
U get for, chump if you want war
Its nuffin cause u aint fukin wit my young boys
O u got rhymes i got done more
Im sick wit it, man i spit it till my soar
yea you might of done crimes but ive done
my bedroom closet, remind u of a gun
See im da one u run from, not for
Cause u can get da whole clip plus one more
u aint slung raw wit ya fake ass
i was burning my bags determined to cash
and if the start turning ima take cash
U better try to a teflon face mask
My mom calm down u aint safe Cass
and i aint tryin see u at ya wake or Cass
So i fell back, tried not to sell
tried not to keys, man i didn't even sell trees
Yea i chilled but i was still gettin cause i did credit card scams wit dis chicken head
Ima be a hustla, until im or dead
but for my mom sake i had to let da grind
I was young at the time, i had to get my straight
i like to and got nice like n 98
I started props, started gettin ish on lock
dis was after BIG died and i was missin Pac
oc, i was really on cash
i was fifteen and had philly on smash
for real, i still got on smash
I mean deys some hot but im still da top nigga
and i stll a nigga so my money hungry
And I pop niggas dat try to take from me
See ur money funny, And i dont alot
I cop 20 after 20 cause i smoke
I got an herb
I put a single out and im startin on my third
so i bet u on my fam
i met ya CEO and He said Yo ima big fan
Im a big man crammed in a body
And wit da minnie shotty, i'll jam
Cause i dont feel none of
And wit da raps or da gats ill kill one of yall
Awe, Yall already
I got my on my hammer mind on my cake
Cause i grind for the cake i do for the cake
I do the time but i aint tryin cetch a Case
I got da gun wit me, but u get a 150
i keep da nine on my
take out a knife and put a nike on ya face
Wait, i put in for the cake
Dats why im grateful for every dime dat i
I got now dimes climbing to skate
Cause my pockets and it remind dem of Mace
Wait ima bad boy, get trash bags full of boy
Im in a not a Jag boy
why u mad boy, cause u ketch boy
And u paid less paper den my bag boy
a hater dats sad boy
Cause your mom even me, i might be ya dad boy
U a mess stop, i know u upset oc but u better watch how u talkin to ya Pop
Watch im gon be goin ya fridge
And walk wit my boxers on ya krib kid