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!)
Stick to 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 shoot her right to the path
My day, goin' hard, mack the of the cab

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

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

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

But I she don't listen 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 backwards swerve in the jeep
Cheek deep, pick up the
lookin' for Bleek

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

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

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

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

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

There's some ofa's sittin' low and my
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 in the chain, I was changin' my jeans but
Li'l Mami is you rollin'or what? You fucka, you
For real I'm see what's up with you

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

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

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

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

Blaze
Just