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 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 to shoot her right back to the path
My day, goin' hard, mack the of the cab

Did it all, robbery, back cart of the G-train
Hood became a of me, got a hell of a street game
Niggas want no part of me, bitches they
Wanna 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 these bitches you know

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

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 deliver
R, O, C, P,H,I, for short, por
I backwards swerve in the jeep
deep, pick up the chicks
Chicks for Bleek

Bleek sleep, makin' me 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 they tryin' to get right, I could smut 'em all
And get them chickens sight

Pass hoes, then 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 of bills, I bring 'em where you stay

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

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

And all my niggas who llamas, murda, murda
Heard of a nigga named Freeway, from to the 'Linas
Where my niggas at? 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 week and blow it
You know and you

There's some ofa's 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 doin' my
See it's blue in the chain, I was my jeans but
Li'l Mami is you rollin'or You fucka, you suck
For real I'm see what's up with you

Introduce you to the and the playas
It's no playin' 'cuz I'm a
I don't fuck with them and basic
Hatin' is the I ain't feelin'
Hoe's wanna fuck, 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 it when I see you face to face
Right now, I'm fucking wit hoes, they don't face shit

Where my bitches who niggas?
Fuck wit a nigga like Memphis who gettin' paper
light you up with the jigga 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 Freeway, from Philly to the 'Linas
Where my niggas at? Where my at?
Where my real at c'mon

Blaze
Just