Luyện nghe bài hát Just Blaze, Bleek & Free

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

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

Did it all, robbery, back cart 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
Wanna roll up, roll out, sit in the
Breeze 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 these bitches you know

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 Mami deny me poonani

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

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

Pass hoes, then mack 'em
G to K, Freeway known for the yay
I could get 'em 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, when you see the Freeway
But you wanna kill Freeway, girl ride the Freeway
Everyday, up and down, and forth
In and out, know every

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

And all my who took llamas, murda, murda
Heard of a nigga named Freeway, from Philly to the
my niggas 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 and they blow it
You and you know

There's some sittin' low and my dogs
who all of us are, we sit low in them cars
Ain't no bitches roll, they say I'm doin' my thing
See blue 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

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

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

Where my who stack niggas?
Fuck wit a nigga like Memphis who 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 niggas who llamas, murda, murda
Heard of a nigga Freeway, from Philly to the 'Linas
my niggas at? Where my niggas at?
Where my niggas at c'mon

Blaze
Just