Luyện nghe bài hát Mo City Don Freestyle

Shit, Z-Ro the Crooked, I y'all
Been waiting on here, yeah 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 partnas
But shit I still stress, still gotta get something
Off my chest, while hoe niggaz be doing
What they be doing, I don't though, shit fuck it
We gon two deep in a fo' do'

'Slow And Bangin'', all in my trunk
Trunk full of funk, I never been a punk
I blow on skunk, I on doja
Military minded, I'm a motherfucking

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

Why niggaz wanna talk I don't know
Gotta take a trip to Akapoko, the 4
With my 4-4 on my side, when I
to do another homicide, in a pine box

And I'm gone, old glory
I'm H-Town to Cali, just like Robert
If I do a murder, flee the scene
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 knocking out
Know I'm saying, I'll your grill
A coming down, in the Coupe Deville

Looking gravy, looking real
I'ma be the nigga, pulling over at the cross road
With my K on my side, I'm ready to
And if I go, it'll be a homicide

Me and another nigga, on the way to the Golden
A nigga me, can't wait
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 damn
the Ralph Lauren, jackers ain't barring
Why I skipped the slab, when I went to foreign

Said it like I said it, in the old
Some niggaz be red, but Z-Ro blue
I come your corner but I ain't set tripping
But I will, wet niggaz and wet

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

I so long, rhyme so strong
I my bar, sip then I swoll on
Get on, the bench
And the laws hit the corner, I hit the fence

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

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

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

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

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

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

On the grind, I'ma take a on Greyhound
I be flying on a but the dope is on the ground
Headed to Lake Charles, or headed to
off in Alexandria but I ain't finished yet

I gotta a hoe I to 10, I sin, then 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, till empty
A piece of potent pussy, tempt me

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

everything, the 4's gon swang
Still pulling up on Fondren and the
Looking lovely, got to look
I throw up Ridgemont 4 that's my hood

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