Luyện nghe bài hát Just Blaze, Bleek & Free

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

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

Did it all, little robbery, back of the G-train
became a part of me, got a hell of a street game
Niggas don't no part of me, bitches they
roll up, roll out, sit in the Ferrari
Breeze Marcy

They I'm gangsta in every way, what
I it gangsta, tech on me everyday, but
P-Game, how I lean to hit it, act right
I got to these bitches you know

I chase dog, I'm after the spread dog
The least you could do is a nigga a lil' head, dog
Parked by Marcy, this two Ferrari
Can't believe deny me poonani

But I guess she don't to rap
So I'mma slut her like a
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 through deliver
R, O, C, P,H,I, for short, por
I twist swerve in the jeep
deep, pick up the chicks
Chicks for Bleek

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

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

Y'all hate Freeway, scared you see the Freeway
But you wanna kill Freeway, your ride the Freeway
Everyday, up and down, back and
In and out, every route

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

And all my niggas who 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

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

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

Introduce you to the and the playas
It's no playin' I'm a gangsta
I don't fuck with hatas and basic
is the part I ain't feelin'
Hoe's fuck, 'cuz there's shit that I'm willin'

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

Where my bitches who niggas?
Fuck wit a like Memphis who gettin' that paper
But'll light you up with the man
Where my bitches at? Where my at?
Where my bitches at? C'mon

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

Blaze
Just