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, I'm saying

All my partnas, all your dead
But shit I feel stress, still gotta get something
Off my chest, while these hoe be doing
What they be doing, I know though, shit fuck it
We gon stay two in a fo' do'

'Slow Loud And Bangin'', all in my
Trunk full of funk, I ain't been a punk
I on skunk, I blow on doja
minded, I'm a motherfucking soldier

Out the streets of the 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 know
take 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, old glory
I'm H-Town to Cali, just Robert Horry
If I do a murder, the murder scene
No shortage on the drank, I can't find no lean

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

gravy, looking real throwed
I'ma be the nigga, over at the fucking cross road
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
Just to it, to another day
Gotta get the big pay off, so get the out my way

When I come 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 I said it, in the old school
Some niggaz they be red, but blue
I come around 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 could be your ass

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

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

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

You can open up the pop and let the smoke 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 motherfucking
R.I.P., to my mother
That's the Dorothy Marie McVay
There's ten toes planted in my shoe

I gotta be a man, you understand
There's nothing but the work and the calico in my
On a corner on the Ridgevan and I'm a fiend
A real live 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 comets
I give 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 Charles, or headed to Lafayette
Maybe off in Alexandria but I 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 clips, till they empty
A of potent pussy, might tempt me

Rain is trying to send me to the
The main why, I ain't friendly
I'm wired up but I ain't on no damn
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 good
I throw up Ridgemont 4 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 keep it straight and simple that
Hit a bitch the back and I use my motherfucking tool
Make her say ouch, when I hit her with the