Luyện nghe bài hát Just Blaze, Bleek & Free

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

Just
up a L, pour glass in that arm-e
Young E's had 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, cart of the G-train
Hood a part of me, got a hell of a street game
Niggas don't want no part of me, they
Wanna up, roll out, sit in the Ferrari
Breeze through

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

I chase bread dog, I'm after the dog
The least you could do is give a a lil' head, dog
by Marcy, this two door Ferrari
Can't believe Mami deny me

But I she don't listen to rap
So I'mma slut her 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 through more
R, O, C, P,H,I, for short, por
I twist backwards swerve in the
Cheek deep, up the chicks
Chicks lookin' for

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

Pass them hoes, then 'em
G to K, Freeway for movin' the yay
I get 'em from point A to point G
the deal, I stuff 'em in the wheel
For the right amount of bills, I bring 'em where you

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

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

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

All day I be smokin', we all my who tokin'
We hit the block the potent
'em a week and they blow 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 bitches wanna roll, they say I'm doin' my
See it's blue in the chain, I was changin' my but
Li'l is you rollin'or what? You fucka, you suck
For real I'm see what's up with you

you to the pimp and the playas
It's no playin' 'cuz I'm a
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 fuck up they head
And when I bang out in the hood, I fuck up my bread
Instead of lead, I save it when I see you to face
now, I'm fucking wit hoes, they don't gimme face shit

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

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

Blaze
Just