Luyện nghe bài hát Just Blaze, Bleek & Free

Hey, yo uru, this Blaze, Bleek and Free right?
So I could get a hook or or sumthin'?
(Get here!)
Stick to beats, I stick to yo' moms, nigga

blaze
Roll up a L, pour glass in that
Young E's had since the days of Atari
Since the youth, I used to shoot her right to the path
My day, hard, mack the back of the cab

Did it all, robbery, back cart of the G-train
Hood became a part of me, got a hell of a street
Niggas don't want no of me, bitches they
Wanna roll up, roll out, sit in the
Breeze through

know I'm gangsta in every way, what
I keep it gangsta, on me everyday, but
P-Game, how I lean to hit it, don't act
I got to leave these bitches you

I bread dog, I'm after the spread dog
The you could do is give a nigga a lil' head, dog
Parked by Marcy, two door Ferrari
Can't believe Mami me poonani

But I she don't listen to rap
So I'mma her like a ghost
In the hole, the track
And I'm a P, I, M, P, fo' sho rap
R,O,C N,Y,C, for

F, R, two e's slide deliver more
R, O, C, P,H,I, for short, por
I backwards swerve in the jeep
Cheek deep, pick up the
lookin' for Bleek

Bleek sleep, makin' me sick won't the phone
Motorola, two way, you may to Freeway
I think it's him pagin' me now, I hear the back
you at? Got a room full of freaks
And they tryin' to get right, I could 'em all night
And get them chickens outta

Pass hoes, then mack 'em
G to K, Freeway for movin' the yay
I could get 'em from A to point G
Here's the deal, I 'em in the wheel
For the right amount of bills, I 'em where you stay

Y'all Freeway, scared when you see the Freeway
But you kill Freeway, your girl ride the Freeway
Everyday, up and down, back and
In and out, know route

Where my bitches who stack
wit a nigga like Memphis who gettin' that paper
But'll you up with the jigga man
Where my bitches at? my bitches at?
my real bitches at? C'mon

And all my niggas who llamas, murda, murda
Heard of a nigga Freeway, from Philly to the 'Linas
Where my at? Where my niggas at?
Where my real niggas at

All day I be smokin', we all my who tokin'
We hit the block with the
Give 'em a week and they it
You and you know

There's some ofa's sittin' low and my
who all of us are, we sit low in them cars
Ain't no wanna roll, they say I'm doin' my thing
See it's blue in the chain, I was changin' my but
Li'l Mami is you rollin'or what? You fucka, you
For real I'm tryin'a see up with you

you to the pimp and the playas
It's no playin' I'm a gangsta
I don't fuck with them and basic
Hatin' is the I ain't feelin'
Hoe's wanna fuck, 'cuz there's shit that I'm

Once they see it, I fuck up they head
And when I out in the hood, I just fuck up my bread
of lead, I save it when I see you face to face
Right now, I'm fucking wit hoes, they don't face shit

Where my bitches who stack
Fuck wit a like Memphis who gettin' that paper
light you up with the jigga man
Where my bitches at? my bitches at?
Where my real at? C'mon

And all my who took llamas, murda, murda
Heard of a nigga named Freeway, from to the 'Linas
Where my at? Where my niggas at?
Where my niggas at c'mon

Blaze
Just