Luyện nghe bài hát Mo City Don Freestyle

Shit, the Crooked, I know 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 still feel stress, still gotta get
Off my chest, while these hoe be doing
What they be doing, I don't know though, shit it
We gon stay two in a fo' do'

Loud And Bangin'', all in my trunk
Trunk of funk, I ain't never been a punk
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
Letting niggaz know, everyday of the
I pimp my pen and I get my point

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

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

From to Southfese
Bitch it's about war not peace
Nigga me, I'm 'bout knocking out teeth
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 at the fucking cross road
With my K on my side, I'm ready to
And if I gotta go, be a homicide

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

When I come your corner, so slow
be the nigga, in the damn Polo
That's the Ralph Lauren, jackers ain't
Why I skipped the slab, I went straight to foreign

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

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

wonder where I went, they keep looking
I give 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 going, I keep on flowing just like the Nile
Million dolla mouthpiece, I smile
Look and load a, 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, crooked
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
There's ten planted in my motherfucking shoe

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

I be stacking up chips, Lego
Dark on a pump, just like Calvin
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 a trip on Greyhound
I be flying on a plane but the dope is on the
Headed to Charles, or headed to Lafayette
Maybe off in Alexandria but I finished 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 running in a friendse
I be busting clips, till they empty
A piece of potent pussy, might me

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

Recording everything, the 4's gon
pulling up on Fondren and the Main
Looking lovely, got to look
I throw up 4 'cause that's my hood

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