Luyện nghe bài hát Just Blaze, Bleek & Free

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

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

Did it all, little robbery, back cart of the
Hood became a of me, got a hell of a street game
don't want no part of me, bitches they
Wanna roll up, roll out, sit in the
through Marcy

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

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

But I guess she don't to rap
So I'mma her like a ghost
In the hole, missing the
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 swerve in the jeep
Cheek deep, pick up the
Chicks for Bleek

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

my bitches who stack niggas?
Fuck wit a nigga like Memphis who that paper
light you up with the jigga man
Where my bitches at? my bitches at?
Where my real bitches at?

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

Blaze
Just