Luyện nghe bài hát Just Blaze, Bleek & Free

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

Just
Roll up a L, pour glass in that
Young E's had game the days of Atari
Since the youth, I to shoot her right 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 part of me, got a hell of a street
Niggas don't want no part of me, they
roll up, roll out, sit in the Ferrari
Breeze Marcy

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

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

But I guess she listen to rap
So I'mma slut her like a
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 deliver
R, O, C, P,H,I, for short, por
I twist backwards in the jeep
Cheek deep, pick up the
Chicks lookin' for

Bleek sleep, makin' me sick answer the phone
Motorola, two way, you may to Freeway
I think it's him pagin' me now, I the back strap
Where you at? Got a room of freaks
And they to get right, I could smut 'em all night
And get them chickens outta

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

hate 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 every

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

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

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

There's some 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 my thing
See it's blue in the chain, I was my jeans but
Li'l Mami is you 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' I'm a gangsta
I don't with them hatas and basic
Hatin' is the part I feelin'
Hoe's fuck, 'cuz there's shit that I'm willin'

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

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

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

Just
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