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 to yo' moms, nigga

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

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

know I'm gangsta in every way, what
I it gangsta, tech on me everyday, but
P-Game, how I lean to hit it, act right
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
Parked by Marcy, this two door
believe Mami deny me poonani

But I she don't listen to rap
So I'mma 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 more
R, O, C, P,H,I, for short, por
I twist swerve in the jeep
Cheek deep, up the chicks
Chicks for Bleek

sleep, makin' me sick won't answer the phone
Motorola, two way, you may answer to
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 smut 'em all night
And get chickens outta sight

them hoes, then 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 'em where you stay

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

Where my bitches who niggas?
Fuck wit a nigga like who gettin' that paper
light you up with the jigga man
Where my 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 to the 'Linas
Where my at? Where my niggas at?
Where my real at c'mon

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

some ofa's sittin' low and my dogs
Know who all of us are, we sit low in cars
Ain't no bitches wanna roll, they say I'm my thing
See it's in the chain, I was changin' my jeans but
Li'l Mami is you what? You fucka, you suck
For I'm tryin'a 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 with them hatas and
Hatin' is the I ain't feelin'
Hoe's wanna fuck, 'cuz shit that I'm willin'

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

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

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