Luyện nghe bài hát Just Blaze, Bleek & Free

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

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

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

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

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

But I she don't listen 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 through deliver more
R, O, C, P,H,I, for short, por
I twist backwards in the jeep
Cheek deep, 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 me now, I hear the back strap
Where you at? Got a room of freaks
And they to get right, I could smut 'em all night
And get them chickens outta

Pass 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 bring 'em you stay

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

Where my bitches who stack
Fuck wit a nigga like Memphis who gettin' that
light you up with the jigga man
Where my bitches at? Where my at?
Where my bitches at? C'mon

And all my niggas who llamas, murda, murda
Heard of a nigga named Freeway, from to the 'Linas
my niggas 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 know and you

some ofa's sittin' low and my dogs
Know who all of us are, we sit low in cars
no bitches wanna roll, they say I'm doin' my thing
See it's blue in the chain, I was changin' my but
Li'l is you rollin'or what? 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 playin' I'm a gangsta
I don't fuck with hatas and basic
Hatin' is the part I feelin'
Hoe's wanna fuck, 'cuz there's shit I'm willin'

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

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

Just
Blaze