Luyện nghe bài hát Freestyle

My name i know u remember me man
i hold twin like im Yoesimite sam
I wit da four five but i dont drive an infiniti man
Im dat guy you to be man
thats why when u a shot
Its not gon be man
I drop plots on my man,blam
I cant let it slide and ride around
let em decide when dey gon try come da odds
fuck dat man i make da gat
and u could be nex to die u better
U get for, chump if you want war
Its cause u aint even fukin wit my young boys
O u got rhymes i got done more
Im wit it, man i spit it till my tongue soar
yea you might of done crimes but ive 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 one more
u aint neva slung raw wit ya ass
i was my bags determined to make cash
and if the tables start ima take cash
U better try to a teflon face mask
My mom said calm down u safe Cass
and i aint see u at ya wake or upstate Cass
So i fell back, 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 card scams wit dis chicken head
Ima be a hustla, until im sick or
but for my mom sake i had to let da wait
I was young at the time, i had to get my mind
i like to rhyme and got nice n 98
I started gettin props, gettin ish on lock
dis was right after BIG and i was missin Pac
Listen oc, i was on cash
i was only fifteen and had philly on
for real, i still got on smash
I mean deys hot niggas but im still da top nigga
and i a block nigga so my money hungry
And I pop dat try to take money from me
See ur money funny, And i joke 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, jam anybody
Cause i dont feel of yall
And wit da or da gats ill fuking kill one of yall
Awe, Yall already
I got my hand on my hammer on my cake
Cause i for the cake i do crimes for the cake
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 on my waiste
take out a and put a nike sign on ya face
Wait, i put in time for the
Dats why im grateful for every dat i make
I got signed now dimes climbing to
my pockets Puffy and it remind dem of Mace
Wait ima bad boy, get bags 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
Yous a dats sad boy
your mom even like me, i might be ya dad boy
U a mess stop, i know u oc but u better watch how u talkin to ya Step Pop
Watch im gon be into ya fridge
And walk around wit my boxers on ya kid