Luyện nghe bài hát Freestyle

My name i know u remember me man
i twin revolvers like im Yoesimite sam
I ride wit da four five but i dont an infiniti man
Im dat guy you to be man
thats why when u a shot
Its not gon be man
I plots on my enemie man,blam
I cant let it slide and ride around
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 done for, if you want war
Its nuffin cause u aint even fukin wit my boys
O u got rhymes i got done more
Im sick wit it, man i spit it till my tongue
yea you might of crimes but ive done more
my bedroom closet, remind u of a gun
See im da one u run from, not for
Cause pretty u can get da whole clip plus one
u aint neva 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 aint Cass
and i tryin see u at ya wake or upstate Cass
So i back, tried not to sell crack
not to seel keys, man i didn't even sell trees
Yea i chilled but i was still gettin bread cause i did credit card wit dis chicken head
Ima be a hustla, im sick 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 rhyme and got like n 98
I started gettin props, gettin ish on lock
dis was right after BIG and i was missin Pac
oc, i was really on cash
i was only fifteen and had on smash
for real, i still got on smash
I mean some hot niggas but im still da top nigga
and i stll a block nigga so my hungry
And I pop dat try to take money from me
See ur money funny, And i dont alot
I cop 20 after 20 cause i smoke
I got an problem
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 minnie shotty, i'll jam
Cause i dont none of yall
And wit da or da gats ill fuking kill one of yall
Awe, Yall already
I got my hand on my mind on my cake
i grind for the cake i do crimes for the cake
I could do the but i aint tryin cetch a Case
I got da gun wit me, but u get a 150
i keep da nine on my
out a knife and put a nike sign on ya face
Wait, i put in for the cake
Dats why im grateful for dime dat i make
I got signed now climbing to skate
Cause my pockets and it remind dem of Mace
ima bad boy, get trash bags full of cash boy
Im in a not a Jag boy
why u mad boy, u ketch cabs boy
And u paid less paper den my bag boy
Yous a dats sad boy
Cause your mom like 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 into ya fridge
And around wit my boxers on ya krib kid