Luyện nghe bài hát Just Blaze, Bleek & Free

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

blaze
Roll up a L, pour in that arm-e
Young E's had game the days 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 part of me, got a hell of a game
Niggas want no part of me, bitches they
Wanna roll up, roll out, sit in the
Breeze through

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

I chase bread dog, I'm the spread dog
The least you do is give a nigga a lil' head, dog
by Marcy, this two door Ferrari
Can't Mami deny me poonani

But I guess she don't 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 more
R, O, C, P,H,I, for short, por
I twist backwards in the jeep
Cheek deep, up the chicks
lookin' for Bleek

Bleek sleep, makin' me won't answer the phone
Motorola, two way, you may to Freeway
I it's him pagin' me now, I hear the back strap
Where you at? Got a full of freaks
And they tryin' to get right, I smut 'em all night
And get them outta sight

them hoes, then mack 'em
G to K, Freeway for movin' the yay
I get 'em from point 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 kill Freeway, your girl ride the Freeway
Everyday, up and down, and forth
In and out, every route

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

And all my niggas who took llamas, murda,
Heard of a nigga Freeway, from 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 with the
Give 'em a week and blow it
You know and you

There's some ofa's sittin' low and my
who all of us are, we sit low in them cars
Ain't no bitches wanna roll, say I'm doin' my thing
See it's blue in the chain, I was my jeans but
Li'l is you rollin'or what? You fucka, you suck
For real I'm tryin'a see up with you

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

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

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

Blaze
Just