Luyện nghe bài hát Freestyle

My name Cassidy i know u me man
i twin revolvers 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 on my enemie man,blam
I cant let it slide and around petrified
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 nuffin cause u aint even wit my young boys
O u got domb rhymes i got done
Im sick wit it, man i it till my tongue soar
yea you of done crimes but ive done more
my closet, remind u of a gun store
See im da one u run from, not for
Cause pretty u can get da whole clip one more
u neva slung raw wit ya fake ass
i was burning my determined to make cash
and if the start turning ima take cash
U better try to find a teflon mask
My mom said calm u aint safe Cass
and i aint tryin see u at ya wake or upstate
So i fell back, tried not to crack
not to seel keys, man i didn't even sell trees
Yea i chilled but i was gettin bread cause i did credit card scams 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 and got nice like n 98
I started props, started gettin ish on lock
dis was after BIG died 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 stll a block nigga so my money
And I pop dat try to take money from me
See ur money funny, And i dont joke
I cop 20 20 cause i smoke alot
I got an problem
I put a out and im startin on my third album
so i bet u on my fam
i met ya CEO and He said Yo ima big fan
Im a big man in a skinny body
And wit da shotty, i'll jam anybody
Cause i dont none of yall
And wit da raps or da gats ill fuking one of yall
Awe, Yall already
I got my hand on my hammer on my cake
Cause i grind for the cake i do 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
take out a knife and put a nike sign on ya
Wait, i put in time for the
Dats why im grateful for every dat i make
I got signed now dimes to skate
Cause my pockets and it remind dem of Mace
Wait ima bad boy, get trash bags of cash boy
Im in a not a Jag boy
why u mad boy, cause u cabs boy
And u paid 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 u upset oc but u better watch how u talkin to ya Step Pop
Watch im gon be into ya fridge
And walk wit my boxers on ya krib kid