Luyện nghe bài hát Just Blaze, Bleek & Free

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

Just
Roll up a L, pour glass in that
E's had game since the days of Atari
Since the youth, I used to shoot her 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 part of me, got a of a street game
Niggas want no part of me, bitches they
Wanna up, roll out, sit in the Ferrari
Breeze through

They know I'm gangsta in way, what
I it gangsta, tech on me everyday, but
P-Game, how I lean to hit it, don't act
I got to these bitches you know

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

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

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

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

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

my bitches who stack niggas?
Fuck wit a nigga like Memphis who 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 niggas who llamas, murda, murda
Heard of a nigga named Freeway, from Philly to the
Where my niggas at? my niggas at?
Where my real niggas at

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

some ofa's sittin' low and my dogs
Know who all of us are, we sit low in them
Ain't no wanna 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 You fucka, you suck
For real I'm tryin'a see what's up you

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

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

Where my bitches who stack
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 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 niggas at c'mon

Just
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