Luyện nghe bài hát Just Blaze, Bleek & Free

Hey, yo uru, this Blaze, Bleek and Free 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 game since the of Atari
the youth, I used to shoot her right back to the path
My day, hard, mack the back of the cab

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

They know I'm 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 bitches you

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
believe 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 swerve in the
Cheek deep, up the chicks
Chicks lookin' for

sleep, makin' me sick 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 full of freaks
And they to get right, I could smut 'em all night
And get them outta sight

Pass them hoes, then '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 you see the Freeway
But you wanna kill Freeway, your ride the Freeway
Everyday, up and down, back and
In and out, know route

Where my who stack niggas?
Fuck wit a nigga like who gettin' that paper
But'll light you up with the man
my bitches 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
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 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 bitches roll, they say I'm doin' my thing
See blue in the chain, I was changin' my jeans but
Li'l Mami is you rollin'or what? You fucka, you
For real I'm tryin'a see up with you

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

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

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

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

Just
Blaze