Luyện nghe bài hát Freestyle

hit him up two
be hat trick
gave him more than the pediatrics
came to his house and shot his left out
him with more scars than Mr. Def Jam South
to reach the sky, how far would a go
to handle more cigars a Cuban cargo
makin money from everything I spoke in
Wrapped by ice than a broken wrist
got ability to make missy a little
Im more P.I.M.P Mississippi (git it? Uh!)

I know u to show off ur bust in gowns
'cause u go around jugglin guys around
And we don't gotta wait till ur ass
'cause u go showing off ur ass in dresses
U watchin sittin there at ur macintosh
With ur in ur ass like ur jackin off
And u try goin than star wars Anakin
u practice at ur house with a anus manikin

got a full of steel you can call me santa
u keep your eyes peeled like a fuckin banana
and don't try to shoot me like some dumb
'cause I miss bullets im sendin them e-cards
always equipped with the vest so aim for the bell-ay
I dodge bullets like I play for LA
and im 'cause u cant even see me son
but ur soft as shit I could u with a bb gun
They call me stretch where I'm 'cause im extended out
Find your ass in my and I'll send it out
I got a made gun so the cops link my shot
So far.. how mother fuckers do u think I got?