Luyện nghe bài hát Freestyle

My name Cassidy i know u me man
i hold twin revolvers im Yoesimite sam
I ride wit da four five but i dont an infiniti man
Im dat guy you to be man
thats why u take a shot
Its not gon be man
I drop plots on my man,blam
I cant let it slide and ride petrified
let em decide dey gon try come test da odds
dat man i make da gat excercise
and u could be nex to die u recogize
U get for, chump if you want war
Its nuffin cause u aint even fukin wit my boys
O u got domb rhymes i got more
Im sick wit it, man i spit it till my soar
yea you of done crimes but ive done more
my bedroom closet, u of a gun store
See im da one u run from, not for
pretty u can get da whole clip plus one more
u neva slung raw wit ya fake ass
i was burning my determined to make cash
and if the tables start turning ima take
U better try to find a face mask
My mom said calm down u safe Cass
and i aint tryin see u at ya wake or upstate
So i fell back, tried not to crack
tried not to keys, man i didn't even sell trees
Yea i but i was still gettin bread cause i did credit card scams wit dis chicken head
Ima be a hustla, until im or dead
but for my mom i had to let da grind wait
I was young at the time, i had to get my mind
i like to and got nice like n 98
I gettin props, started gettin ish on lock
dis was after BIG died and i was missin Pac
Listen oc, i was on cash
i was fifteen and had philly on smash
for real, i still got philly on
I deys some hot niggas but im still da top nigga
and i a block nigga so my money hungry
And I pop niggas dat try to take money me
See ur money funny, And i joke alot
I cop 20 after 20 cause i smoke
I got an herb
I put a out and im startin on my third album
so i bet u on my fam
cause i met ya CEO and He Yo ima big fan
Im a big man crammed in a skinny
And wit da shotty, i'll jam anybody
i dont feel none of yall
And wit da raps or da ill fuking kill one of yall
Awe, already Know
I got my hand on my mind on my cake
Cause i grind for the cake i do crimes for the
I could do the time but i aint tryin a Case
I got da gun wit me, but u get a 150
i keep da on my waiste
out a knife and put a nike sign on ya face
Wait, i put in for the cake
Dats why im grateful for every dime dat i
I got signed now dimes to skate
Cause my pockets Puffy and it remind dem of
ima bad boy, get trash bags full of cash 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
Yous a hater sad boy
Cause your mom even like me, i be ya dad boy
U a mess stop, i know u upset oc but u better how u talkin to ya Step Pop
Watch im gon be into ya fridge
And walk around wit my on ya krib kid