Luyện nghe bài hát Intro (unrestricted)

Buckwild outrageous do you feel like doin'
'Til a motherfucker know when you don't feel like
I did it, you do it, break the that bound
Keep a off you, keep your feet on the ground

Hey, fuck you if you go for that
And a double fuck you Da Brat a tat tat
Let it all hang loose, never feelin'
Go for what you and it's called, unrestricted

May the Lord be my
the "Funk" to the "Tantrum" now "Unrestricted"
The K Town bitch too
In Chi villain they be killin' every in the district

Can skill match it?
Right I kill Patrick the six oh six fo' fo'
Got hit ya clip so slow
Motherfuckers can't do shit "So, so"

Shine like a inch mo, mo
For the Navi' on top of them
Hit me in the mug, and the bud
Now you 'bout my gul

Terror for the millenium, fuckin up anyone
(Hah, anyone, shit)
Steady bust a semi gun
over any drum, comin' out from the dark
Here to let you know she come

Can't nobody do what I
Niggaz and bitches they run
Fin' ta throw another one of my "Tantrums"
And the six oh six fo' fo' is where I'm

on my nigga Twista to set this shit off
Two of the best on the West side
If I to relieve stress I get high
the introduction, unrestricted is how I bust in

Like a blow to the dome and a severe concussion, a hoe
And niggaz can talk me, all they want
I'ma bad bitch
And I'ma to be that, 'til I'm gone

Shit, baby girl you ain't even hurt 'em like that
Commit a murder like
Let off like a ass kick and serve a hype
Hit the world like

Earthquakes, bombs, thunder and
No it's frightening
Hoe's might as well not come out of
Could you really be about to em'

Dustin 'em off like Hoffman and em'
Feel the repercussions of a
From a place where that and hustlin'
Ballin' and so lie low

Dodge low my Chi flow
We smokin' up oh
And thirty calories off like Tae Bo
In the middle of the function

With a grip no but "Legit Ballin"
Better go on with the talkin'
I create corpses for caskets and
don't want Twista to spit
I kick that Mobtastic
Introduction for a raw and sometimes bitch

Oh, I'm the befo', but Da is the after
We pimpslap lame bitches just for the
All or nothin', a fraction
Yeah, you got it Millie Jackson
You bitches, you