Luyện nghe bài hát Goldie Freestyle

Said It's must be a bitch up on the Source
Mutha fuckin right we got the District on the
up ,
Smile time my face is up in the source
I on a biggie,
Pan Amera'd on the
Bangs with the gang get ya popped off
I split bitchies swallow they get locked jaw
I mirrored them
That pull like triggers
I move samplistical on
I'm the sickest of bitches
now hold up, hold up
Fuck they
I'm colder,
best believe my show her,
Hold a
ass up out my lane
better ask about my
I got head for bitches
who trana copy my
She know, he know, we
I fck and go Debo
When I get smokey up in ego
Better get on my shot's no free throw
And Givenchy with a
Easy for me
How bitches all want my swag I could go repo
And snatch my shit back , in a black on black
Smack attack on track
Run and your whack raps
Niggas than when I leave my perm in for too long
And I never gave a about a nigger who on
I'm like one of
I'm my own
type bitches on my
White dishes my
Quite viscous I snitches
they fuck they over cause they pussy at heart
Though you work to bring that back Bret Favre
been tryna get these niggas of me
Can't even stack your c-notes so fingers off key
O-G at keep my shit low key
I just cop me a new royce the rolley
O-D bitches fake out more smokin mirrors
and my clique read thru gags so don't get the chokin us
Really though , who the fuck
I'll wait, Taylor Gang a killa