Luyện nghe bài hát Mo City Don Freestyle

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

All my partnas, all your dead
But shit I still feel stress, still gotta get
Off my chest, while hoe niggaz be doing
What be doing, I don't know though, shit fuck it
We gon two deep 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 on doja
Military minded, I'm a soldier

Out the streets of the 4
Not no bitch and say I ain't a hoe
Letting know, everyday of the year
I pimp my pen and I get my point

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

And I'm gone, nigga old
I'm H-Town to Cali, just like Horry
If I do a murder, flee the murder
No missing shortage on the drank, I find no lean

From to Southfese
Bitch it's about war not bout
Nigga like me, I'm 'bout out teeth
Know I'm saying, I'll loose grill
A nigga down, in the Coupe Deville

Looking gravy, real throwed
I'ma be the nigga, over at the fucking cross road
my K on my side, I'm ready to ride
And if I gotta go, it'll be a

Me and another nigga, on the way to the Gate
A nigga like me, can't
to make it, to another day
Gotta get the big pay off, so get the out my way

I come around your corner, so slow
It'll be the nigga, in the Polo
That's the Lauren, jackers ain't barring
Why I skipped the slab, when I went to foreign

it like I said it, in the old school
Some they be red, but Z-Ro blue
I come around your corner but I ain't set
But I will, wet and wet women

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

I rhyme so long, rhyme so
I my bar, sip then I swoll on
Get on, the motherfucking
And when the hit the corner, I hit the fence

They where I went, they keep looking
I don't a fuck, like Tyson I keep hooking
Or like Lenox, I'm strong to the finish
I'm like the ghetto Popeye but I don't need

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

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

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

I be a man, hope you understand
nothing but the work and the calico in my hand
On a corner on the Ridgevan and I'm serving a
A real live and you know what I mean

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

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

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

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

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

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