Luyện nghe bài hát Musical Freedom

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

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

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

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

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

nah
Hell it aint road, execs see me
Guys leave, my flow be so
Comin through like the folks in the back
See me, be like Puffy get the dough
let me ride the track
Seein how these folks be makin tha money
Matter of fact cant the cat
Cause they like a bad rat breakin off cheese like a Kit-Kat
Now check that, the man with the Rolex and the in his hand
Girls in the club wanna Cause they think he is the man
But I cant stand them pretty ass and niggaz they gettin up on my nerves
And while they in my face, actin fake, I'm kickin 'em to the curb
So what it concern, on whether I or stand on my own 2 feet
Got you niggaz dislikin me , they cant get me
I'm five bitches, over five geeks
make no sense 'til you ask me
Cause I'm on top, you wanna have me
I'm just a blunt, march 2 steps in front
Cause haters aint gon find me
Try to put the mean mug on when I around
Nigga like you wanna me a pound
But you at me like you brainy
Talkin 'bout you just wanna be
Yeah right, nigga know you cant get Re
So you better just a seat
I'm on top my game, that's why you my name
I done hit that fame now it's gon be

Ben
grippin, Henn sippin
Pistol and pistol whippin
All lames that talk 'bout
Dump them and get to dippin
Type of niggaz, slide all custom trucks
With the dubs, all chrome, grill bars, and 2-colored cuts
Pros, stand on the block, nuts
Sick of them thugs and
in the 'Lac and shawty get cut
Hop in the woe's get stuck, what's up
These bustaz try me, I pull they girl when they alk by me
'em upset lookin mad, and dog, face lookin sad
I sweat these pros man, I lick these pros man
And I bent these pros, Jump in the car ballers on Vogues
If you got a Benz them ends you cn freak out her friends
Sent that tramp out to your lake, night shake the show stoppers
Welcome to my game, I do this thang no shame
And if folks ask, then tell 'em my name, Mr. Ghetto Fame
I dont say no words lay it back
Let my hold on my strap
I dont these lames
I crush these lames, touch these lames