Luyện nghe bài hát Just Blaze, Bleek & Free

Hey, yo uru, this Just Blaze, Bleek and right?
So I get a hook or verse or sumthin'?
(Get here!)
to makin' 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
Since the youth, I to shoot her right back to the path
My day, goin' hard, the back 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 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 to hit it, don't act right
I got to leave these you know

I chase 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
Can't believe Mami me poonani

But I guess she don't 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 backwards swerve in the
Cheek deep, pick up the
Chicks lookin' for

Bleek sleep, makin' me won't answer the phone
Motorola, two way, you may answer to
I think it's him me now, I hear 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 sight

them hoes, then mack 'em
G to K, known for movin' the yay
I could get 'em from point A to G
Here's the deal, I stuff 'em in the
For the right amount of bills, I 'em where you stay

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

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

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

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

There's 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 blue in the chain, I was my jeans but
Li'l Mami is you rollin'or You fucka, you suck
For real I'm tryin'a see up with you

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

Once they see it, I just fuck up they
And I bang 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, don't gimme face shit

Where my who stack niggas?
wit a nigga like Memphis 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 who took llamas, murda, murda
Heard of a nigga named Freeway, from to the 'Linas
Where my at? Where my niggas at?
Where my niggas at c'mon

Blaze
Just