Luyện nghe bài hát Just Blaze, Bleek & Free

Hey, yo uru, this 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,

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

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

They know I'm gangsta in every way,
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 bread dog, I'm after the 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 slut her like 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 deliver
R, O, C, P,H,I, for short, por
I twist swerve in the jeep
Cheek deep, up the chicks
lookin' for Bleek

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Once they see it, I just up they head
And when I bang out in the hood, I just 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 like who gettin' that paper
But'll light you up the jigga man
my bitches at? Where my bitches 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
Where my at? Where my niggas at?
Where my niggas at c'mon

Just
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