Luyện nghe bài hát Jesco White (Freestyle)

Billy!
MWA Bitch!
Low-fashion
Mr. Don Corleone!

One drop or a from this boss
You might get rocked with the fist or what you stuck in the cross
Hairs of a semi-au-to your nach-o
See I a fuck once, now I do not though
Hello, hello, I, lit up a yellow light
Like a young Jesco White, on a mellow-yellow
Chip a tooth when pebble flies, back at that Chevy wheel
Seen the world through the Devil's eyes, he dared me to a deal
I decline, king of mine, that's a of time
me a break, spit on the snake, let 'em taste the lines
Cowboy scaled like a plate of dimes
Black suede pressed dress to a grime
You let your fangs hang, can't do a dang thang
But complain, comment and shame, claiming to
same bitch that you double-tapping to bang came
To my show Su-Sussudio and show me brain games
See ain't got no problem with execution
I just wake up like a and hop up and fucking do it
No logical on how I drop my music
I just find a socket, plug it in pocket and lock it
Oh, what a wonderful
Gotta take a minute and do some
Ain't take a day off work I went and took Cleveland, looking for a reason
Looking for a tie, looking for a
Rock and Roll Hall-of-Fame is due
Overdue, but the road is
When you invade it's clue
No one knows, where it
Where you've been or to do
But me in a nutshell bro
nuts, deja-vu
Oh what a dream, row your
Sow your oats, all the beans
Ain't no gas, kid lets rock, buy the bot, not with the lean
In my coat when I pop, like a mushroom in the morning gleam
After a rain, in the spring, Michael Wayne, me
Got it locked, is key
Got it hot in the C-
O-U-N-T-R-Y, Catfish in sore eyes
If you want that four-five, on in the doors-wide
So deep that said your-tribe, welcome to the north
Look up in the back, Heisenberg hat, pork pie
Stick you to Get Buck, Three-6 is our war cry
Kids are playing Fortnite, I was short-sight
Didn't see tomorrow, I wanted one more bite
So I started stealing, chopping under the porch light
I just wanted better than what Mamma could afford,
I am a son of a bitch! Hard as you ever saw
Shut up and duck or get hit, this here pepper y'all
Huddle-up with your clique, and hit some methanol
a dick, sucka suck shit, all through an effin' straw
Naw he didn't-oh, yes the I did!
Now take these words, stay woke, and tattoo both eye
bitches sleeping on me? I need my own Hilton
I with cots for you bots, go take a nap in the den
While I master a plan with the Mathers again
Slum-Shady, I'm plumb-crazy and again
But when that trash in the atmosphere like a ravenous
When I pass in black Cadillac, with Travis and em'
Yeah, and its so much fun at it again
I just might need to sing a bit, go get practice and then
So let me my throat, let me see if I hear the notes
I hear the notes, now look in your mirror and strike a pose

Ain't it to be famous?
knows your name
But you can't walk around here
90% of y'all so

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