Luyện nghe bài hát Just Blaze, Bleek & Free

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

Just
Roll up a L, pour glass in arm-e
Young E's had game since the days of
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 a part of me, got a hell of a street game
Niggas don't want no part of me, bitches
Wanna up, roll out, sit in the Ferrari
Breeze Marcy

They know I'm gangsta in way, what
I keep it gangsta, 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 nigga a head, dog
by Marcy, this two door Ferrari
Can't believe Mami me poonani

But I guess she listen to rap
So I'mma slut her like a
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
deep, pick up the chicks
Chicks lookin' for

Bleek sleep, me sick won't answer the phone
Motorola, two way, you may to Freeway
I think it's him pagin' me now, I the back strap
Where you at? Got a 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, Freeway known for the yay
I get 'em from point A to point G
Here's the deal, I 'em in the wheel
For the right amount of bills, I bring 'em you stay

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

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

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

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

There's ofa's sittin' low and my dogs
who all of us are, we sit low in them cars
Ain't no bitches wanna roll, they say I'm doin' my
See it's blue in the chain, I was changin' my but
Li'l is you rollin'or 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 don't fuck with hatas and basic
Hatin' is the I ain't feelin'
Hoe's fuck, 'cuz there's shit that I'm willin'

Once they see it, I just up they head
And when I bang out in the hood, I fuck up my bread
Instead of lead, I it when I see you face to face
Right now, I'm fucking wit hoes, they gimme face shit

Where my bitches who stack
Fuck wit a like Memphis 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 named Freeway, from Philly to the 'Linas
Where my niggas at? Where my at?
Where my niggas at c'mon

Just
Blaze