Luyện nghe bài hát Hell Rell Freestyle

Nigga what cha money I keek doe E ho
Spice the track up like a do bo Sasone a
My hitman
He don't speek no lingo
and he fresh off the plane Puerto Rico
Find a nigga and kill em's the only thing he know
He'll ring ya doorbell and pop you through the peephole
Far as key go
It's gon' get on, cooked up, broke down
Probablly get in yo town
got me grindin', watch keepin me bright
nigga why Im a ya hustle if mine treatin' me right
And a nigga too busy to get in beef with a loser
my bitch up out the bed just to sleep wit my ruger
'cause if I finger fuck my gun and wit her trigger
She ain't gon' scream I don't feel like it today on a
Im sayin my
This is real facts, truth
I will you to go rap about it in a real booth
and pop heron, liquid crack
park the siz next to ya five and tell you get wit
380's ain't gon' do it fam to macks
you talk shit or even think startin' up a war
Plush condo in my bedroom, mink carpet on the
Two spanish bitches runnin' 'round and butt naked
If you a ladies man I'll you wit cha chick
If you a hustler I'll bury you wit a brick
See the streets is watchin', more money haters
Fuck em' all flosin', more linen, more gators
I rap now, hit the block for a buck
A thousand channels sattelite on top of the truck what's good nigga