Luyện nghe bài hát Freestyle - Rasta T

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

T:
Infared on top of glocks the murder docks hot
Now me and got to set up shop
Off a 1-9-8 get our straight
Outta
Cause in New York we off of paper plates
and that don't hold weight
So we a power move for some short keys
Heard of Cool Ds but baby clean with the
Now we off to
Where the niggas think we
The town Yoohoo
But the money comes in beaucoup
I can't count all the that I seen
But now this gangsta with mad cream in his jeans
Graduated from stick ups to makin' big money ups
Got dimes that my dick up got sons that lift my bricks up
And transport the weight in about every
A buy four give 'em eight
And get the cheese and lay the
T Costalano
I'm servin' more than McDonalds
dope fiends to winos
But you the final

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