Luyện nghe bài hát Freestyle - Rasta T

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

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

Dad to be
A nigga tried to creep me and 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 besides that I'm the hero, Rast T
Can't be lettin' no chumps get no off me
So when I see you kid it's on you can bet loot
Or better yet save your for your funeral suit