Luyện nghe bài hát Mo City Don Freestyle

Shit, Z-Ro the Crooked, I y'all
Been on this here, yeah 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 your dead
But shit I feel stress, still gotta get something
Off my chest, these hoe niggaz be doing
What they be doing, I don't know though, fuck it
We gon stay two in a fo' do'

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

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

Why niggaz wanna talk down? I know
Gotta a trip to Akapoko, from the 4
With my 4-4 on my side, when I
Ready to do another homicide, in a box

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

From Southwest to
Bitch it's war not bout peace
Nigga me, I'm 'bout knocking out teeth
Know I'm saying, I'll loose your
A nigga down, in the Coupe Deville

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

Me and another nigga, on the way to the Gate
A nigga like me, 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
That's the Lauren, jackers ain't barring
Why I skipped the slab, I went straight to foreign

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

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

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

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

I'ma keep going, I keep on flowing just like the
Million dolla mouthpiece, I smile
Look and load a, nigga
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
officer, crooked 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 be a man, hope you understand
There's nothing but the and the calico in my hand
On a on the Ridgevan and I'm serving a fiend
A live B-Boy and you know what I mean

I be stacking up chips, like
Dark on a pump, just Calvin Kato
Houston to the Rocket, a four-peat like
I don't give a fuck, good punch a bitch make 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 headed to
Maybe off in but I ain't finished yet

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

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

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

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