Luyện nghe bài hát Mo City Don Freestyle

Shit, Z-Ro the Crooked, I know
Been waiting on this here, shit
R.I.P. Big Mello, Screw, Mafio, Big Boo,
All the fallen soldiers man,
Eastside, Westside, Northside, know I'm

All my partnas, all dead partnas
But shit I still feel stress, gotta get something
Off my chest, while these hoe niggaz be
What they be doing, I don't know though, fuck it
We gon stay two in a fo' do'

Loud And Bangin'', all in my trunk
Trunk full of funk, I ain't never been a
I blow on skunk, I blow on
Military minded, I'm a soldier

Out the of the Ridgemont 4
Not no bitch and say I still a hoe
niggaz know, everyday of the year
I my pen and I get my point clear

Why niggaz wanna talk down? I don't
Gotta take a trip to Akapoko, the 4
With my 4-4 on my side, I ride
Ready to do homicide, in a pine box

And I'm gone, old glory
I'm to Cali, just like Robert Horry
If I do a murder, flee the scene
No shortage on the drank, I can't find no lean

Southwest to Southfese
Bitch about war not bout peace
Nigga like me, I'm 'bout knocking out
Know I'm saying, loose your grill
A coming down, in the Coupe Deville

Looking gravy, looking throwed
I'ma be the nigga, pulling over at the fucking cross
With my K on my side, I'm to ride
And if I gotta go, be a homicide

Me and another nigga, on the way to the Golden
A nigga like me, wait
to make it, to another day
Gotta get the big pay off, so get the out my way

When I come around corner, so slow
It'll be the nigga, in the damn
That's the Ralph Lauren, jackers ain't
Why I the slab, when I went straight to foreign

it like I said it, in the old school
Some niggaz be red, but Z-Ro blue
I come around your corner but I set tripping
But I will, wet niggaz and wet

With the calico, I had to let a motherfucker
That I come your corner, in a Lincoln four do'
A fox 'cause I do it in a flash
Nigga watch out 'cause that could be ass

I rhyme so long, rhyme so
I flicks my bar, sip then I on
Get on, the bench
And when the laws hit the corner, I hit the

They wonder where I went, they keep
I don't give a fuck, like I keep hooking
Or maybe like Lenox, I'm to the finish
I'm like the ghetto Popeye but I don't spinach

I'ma keep going, I keep on flowing like the Nile
Million mouthpiece, everytime I smile
and load a, nigga ashtray
Everytime he smile, he can turn the to day

You can open up the pop and let the come out
We don't a damn, 'bout a crooked ass cop
Crooked officer, officer
Make a nigga wanna the badge, off of ya

Me and Dougie, my motherfucking
R.I.P., to my mother
That's the Marie McVay Matthew
ten toes planted in my motherfucking shoe

I gotta be a man, hope you
There's nothing but the work and the calico in my
On a corner on the Ridgevan and I'm serving a
A live B-Boy and you know what I mean

I be stacking up chips, like
on a pump, just like Calvin Kato
Houston to the Rocket, a four-peat like
I don't give a fuck, good punch a nigga make him vomit

On the grind, I'ma a trip on Greyhound
I be flying on a plane but the is on the ground
to Lake Charles, or headed to Lafayette
Maybe off in Alexandria but I ain't yet

I gotta make a hoe I to 10, I sin, I do it again
I get my ends, I'm in my Benz
Got hoes running 'round in a friendse
I be busting full clips, they empty
A piece of potent pussy, might me

Rain is trying to me to the Penitentiary
The main reason why, I ain't
I'm wired up but I ain't on no slaughter
Dejaun in the and he got the camcorder

Recording everything, the 4's gon
Still pulling up on Fondren and the
lovely, got to look good
I up Ridgemont 4 'cause that's my hood

Never a hoe, I'm letting hoes know
I gotta get a fucking P L A T but a G O
L D, a plack
I keep it and simple like that
Hit a bitch from the and I use my motherfucking tool
Make her say ouch, when I hit her the mule