Luyện nghe bài hát Just Blaze, Bleek & Free

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

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

Did it all, little robbery, cart of the G-train
became a part of me, got a hell of a street game
Niggas don't want no part of me, bitches
roll up, roll out, sit in the Ferrari
Breeze through

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 you know

I bread dog, I'm after the spread dog
The you could 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 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 through deliver more
R, O, C, P,H,I, for short, por
I twist swerve in the jeep
Cheek deep, up the chicks
Chicks for Bleek

Bleek sleep, makin' me sick won't answer the
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 them chickens outta

Pass them hoes, 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 amount of bills, I bring 'em you stay

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

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

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

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

There's some ofa's 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 it's in the chain, I was changin' my jeans but
Li'l Mami is you rollin'or what? You fucka, you
For real I'm tryin'a see what's up you

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

Once see it, I just fuck up they head
And I bang 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 bitches who stack
Fuck wit a nigga like who gettin' that paper
But'll light you up with the man
Where my bitches at? Where my at?
my real bitches at? C'mon

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

Just
Blaze