Luyện nghe bài hát Mo City Don Freestyle

Shit, the Crooked, I know y'all
waiting 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 partnas
But shit I still feel stress, still get something
Off my chest, while hoe niggaz be doing
they be doing, I don't know though, shit fuck it
We gon stay two in a fo' do'

'Slow Loud And Bangin'', all in my
full of funk, I ain't never been a punk
I blow on skunk, I blow on
Military minded, I'm a soldier

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 down? I don't
take a trip to Akapoko, from 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, like Robert Horry
If I do a murder, the murder scene
No missing shortage on the drank, I find no lean

From to Southfese
it's about war not bout peace
Nigga me, I'm 'bout knocking out teeth
I'm saying, I'll loose your grill
A nigga coming down, in the Coupe

gravy, looking real throwed
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 nigga, on the way to the Golden Gate
A nigga me, can't wait
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
It'll be the nigga, in the damn
That's the Ralph Lauren, jackers barring
Why I the slab, when I went straight to foreign

Said it like I 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

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

I rhyme so long, 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 where I went, they keep
I don't give a fuck, Tyson I keep hooking
Or like Lenox, I'm strong to the finish
I'm like the Popeye but I don't need spinach

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

You can open up the pop and let the smoke out
We don't give a damn, a crooked ass cop
Crooked officer, 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
There's ten toes planted in my motherfucking

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

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

On the grind, I'ma take a trip on
I be on a plane but the dope is on the ground
Headed to Charles, or headed to Lafayette
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 motherfucking
Got these hoes running 'round in a
I be full clips, till they empty
A of potent pussy, might tempt me

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

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

been a hoe, I'm letting hoes know
I gotta get a fucking P L A T but a G O
L D, a plack
I keep it straight and like that
Hit a bitch from the and I use my motherfucking tool
Make her say ouch, when I hit her the mule