Luyện nghe bài hát Freestyle

My name i know u remember me man
i hold revolvers like im Yoesimite sam
I wit da four five but i dont drive an infiniti man
Im dat guy you to be man
why when u take a shot
Its not gon be man
I drop plots on my man,blam
I cant let it and ride around petrified
let em decide when dey gon try come test da
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 even fukin wit my young boys
O u got domb i got done more
Im sick wit it, man i spit it till my tongue
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
Cause pretty u can get da whole plus one more
u aint neva slung raw wit ya ass
i was my bags determined to make cash
and if the tables start turning ima cash
U better try to a teflon face mask
My mom said down u aint safe Cass
and i tryin see u at ya wake or upstate Cass
So i fell back, tried not to sell
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 scams wit dis chicken
Ima be a hustla, until im or dead
but for my mom sake i had to let da wait
I was young at the time, i had to get my straight
i like to and got nice like n 98
I started gettin props, gettin ish on lock
dis was right after BIG died and i was Pac
Listen oc, i was on cash
i was fifteen and had philly on smash
for real, i got philly on smash
I mean deys some hot niggas but im 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 joke
I cop 20 after 20 i smoke alot
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 in a skinny body
And wit da shotty, i'll jam anybody
Cause i feel none of yall
And wit da or da gats ill fuking kill one of yall
Awe, Yall Know
I got my hand on my hammer on my cake
Cause i grind for the cake i do crimes for the
I could do the time but i aint 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 sign on ya
Wait, i put in time for the
why im grateful for every dime dat i make
I got now dimes climbing to skate
Cause my pockets Puffy and it dem of Mace
Wait ima bad boy, get trash full of cash boy
Im in a not a Jag boy
why u mad boy, u ketch cabs boy
And u gettin less paper den my bag boy
a hater dats 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 goin ya fridge
And walk around wit my on ya krib kid