Luyện nghe bài hát Musical Freedom

Ben (Guy):
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey
Man, hey
Check thi-, Stop lil' shawty right there
Stop lil' shawty there
(Who, lil' girl over there?)
Yeah, get her, get here fa' me

Guy (Girl):
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, here gurl, hey, look here...
(I know you talkin to me)
Hey, hey, shut up gurl, (What?!?! UP?!?!)
Hey, look here, here, look here
My boy, Ben Hated, he... he holla at you, (WHAT?!?!) my boy...
(Ben Hated?!?! I see why his ass "been hated",
what y'all ridin in) What?
Bitch... Muthafuck... Kick rocks, you!
*Takes off, honking

Steppin outta Escalades &
We makin it so they cant fade us (They cant us)
So we got to reach our
Pushin platinum sellin (sellin gold)

Steppin outta & Navigators
We makin it so they cant us (They cant fade us)
So we got to reach our
Pushin platinum sellin (If you aint know)

[Ben
I stand all night dressed like mo do's
up outta four doors
Candy Caprices no mo', Escalades twankin
Who lookin, boy we is so pro, slow is how we seem
Yayo weighed up on beams, for geekers that dream
That's how I made my
a down ass hoe, and a down as scheme
And a down as team fulla down ass that's down for green
I see how y'all watch and wait, hope I decide to late
run up wrong and meet your fate maker
Long as I get your maker
They call me Mr. Bossy, molases paint silver
Fuck what it cost me, I'm Mr. Flossy get the off me
Ben Hate bout G's, Ben Hate 'bout multiplatinum
Hell, Hate bout grind, Ben Hate bout hustle, Ben Hate mine
out this time, in aligators, glock for them haters
Hollow tips so they cant fade us, big money
You see me on the so clean, black magic gleam
Draped up in & blue (orange & blue), rollin wit' my team

nah
Hell it road, industry execs see me
Guys leave, my flow be so
Comin through like the folks in the door
See me, be like Puffy gotta get the
Gonna let me ride the
Seein how these folks be makin tha money
Matter of fact cant the cat
Cause they chillin like a bad rat off cheese like a Kit-Kat
Now check that, the man with the Rolex and the in his hand
Girls in the club holla Cause they think he is the man
But I cant stand them ass bitches and niggaz they gettin up on my nerves
And while they in my face, they actin fake, I'm 'em to the curb
So it concern, on whether I ball or stand on my own 2 feet
Got you niggaz me , they cant get like me
I'm five bitches, over five geeks
Dont make no sense you ask me
Cause I'm on top, make you wanna me
I'm just smoke a blunt, march 2 in front
haters aint never gon find me
Try to put the mean mug on when I come
Nigga you wanna give me a pound
But you comin at me like you
Talkin 'bout you just wanna be
right, nigga know you cant get wit' Re
So you better just a seat
I'm on top my game, why you know my name
I done hit fame now what it's gon be

Ben
Wood grippin, sippin
hold and pistol whippin
All lames that talk trickin
Dump thangs and get to dippin
of niggaz, that slide all custom trucks
With the dubs, all chrome, grill bars, and them cuts
Pros, stand on the block, they
of them thugs and cut-butts
Jump in the 'Lac and get cut
Hop in the 'Gator woe's get stuck, up
These wanna try me, I pull they girl when they alk by me
Leave 'em lookin mad, and dog, face lookin sad
I dont these pros man, I lick these pros man
And I bent these pros, Jump in the car with on Vogues
If you got a Benz with ends you cn freak out her friends
Sent that out to your partnaz lake, night shake the show stoppers
Welcome to my game, I do this wit' no shame
And if them folks ask, then tell 'em my name, Mr. Fame
I dont say no words just lay it
Let my girl on my strap
I dont trust these
I fuckin these lames, touch these lames