Luyện nghe bài hát Freestyle - Rasta T

Funkmaster Flex
60 minutes of funk. B-Side flava.
Big shout to the Shalaam,
big shout to my man T.
Funk from the BX. Aiight!

T:
Infared on top of glocks make the murder hot
Now me and Sire got to set up
Off a 1-9-8 get our shit
Outta
Cause in New York we eatin' off of plates
and don't hold much weight
So we made a power for some short keys
of Cool Ds but baby clean with the cheese
Now we off to
the niggas think we coocoo
The town Yoohoo
But the money in beaucoup amounts
I count all the cream that I seen
But now this leads with mad cream in his jeans
Graduated from stick ups to makin' big pick ups
Got dimes that keep my dick up got sons that my bricks up
And transport the weight in every state
A nigga buy give 'em eight
And get the and lay the date
Rasta T
I'm servin' more customers than
From fiends to winos
But you know the

Dad to be
A nigga to creep me and sleep me with the 380
A good thing he me on the side of my neck
Cause there is this I met that I haven't hit yet
And that I'm the Queens hero, Rast T
be lettin' no chumps get no points off me
So when I see you kid on you can bet your loot
Or better yet save cash for your funeral suit