Luyện nghe bài hát Freestyle

hit him up two
three'd be hat
gave him more shots than the
came to his and shot his left hand out
left him with more than Mr. Def Jam South
to the sky, how far would a star go
to handle cigars than a Cuban cargo
makin from everything I spoke in this
Wrapped by ice than a broken wrist
got ability to make missy a tipsy
Im more P.I.M.P than (git it? Uh!)

I know u like to show off ur bust in
'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 hand in ur ass ur jackin off
And u try goin harder than star wars
'cause u practice at ur house with a anus

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