Luyện nghe bài hát Musical Freedom

Ben (Guy):
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey
Man, hey
Check thi-, Stop that lil' right there
lil' 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 you aint talkin to me)
Hey, hey, up gurl, (What?!?! SHUT 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",
look what y'all ridin in)
Bitch... Muthafuck... rocks, fuck you!
off, honking horn*

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

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

[Ben
I stand here all night dressed like mo
Hustlin up four doors
Candy Caprices no mo', twankin Momo's
Who lookin, boy we is so pro, is just how we seem
Yayo up on beams, for geekers that wanna dream
That's how I my cream
With a down ass hoe, and a as scheme
And a as team fulla down ass niggaz that's down for green
I see how y'all watch and wait, hope I decide to navigate
Dont run up and meet your fate maker
as I get your weight maker
They me Mr. Bossy, molases paint silver glossy
Fuck what it cost me, I'm Mr. get the hell off me
Ben Hate bout G's, Ben Hate multiplatinum CD's
Hell, Hate bout grind, Ben bout hustle, Ben Hate bout mine
Steppin out time, in aligators, glock for them haters
Hollow tips so cant fade us, big money makers
You see me on the seen so clean, black magic
Draped up in orange & blue (orange & blue), wit' my team

nah
Hell it road, industry execs see me
leave, my flow be so lovely
Comin through the folks in the back door
See me, be like gotta get the dough
Gonna let me ride the
Seein how folks be makin tha money stack
Matter of cant call the cat
Cause they chillin like a bad rat breakin off cheese a Kit-Kat
Now check that, the man with the Rolex and the in his hand
Girls in the club wanna holla Cause they he is the man
But I cant them pretty ass bitches and niggaz they gettin up on my nerves
And while in my face, they actin fake, I'm kickin 'em to the curb
So what it concern, on whether I ball or on my own 2 feet
Got you niggaz dislikin me , cant get like me
I'm five bitches, over five geeks
make no sense 'til you ask me
Cause I'm on top, make you have me
I'm just a blunt, march 2 steps in front
haters aint never gon find me
Try to put the mug on when I come around
Nigga you wanna give me a pound
But you at me like you brainy
Talkin 'bout you wanna be down
Yeah right, nigga know you cant get Re
So you just have a seat
I'm on top my game, why you know 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
them thangs and get to dippin
Type of niggaz, slide all custom trucks
With the dubs, all chrome, grill bars, and them cuts
Pros, stand on the block, they
Sick of them and cut-butts
Jump in the 'Lac and get cut
Hop in the 'Gator woe's get stuck, up
These bustaz try me, I pull they girl when they alk by me
'em upset lookin mad, and dog, face lookin sad
I dont sweat these pros man, I lick pros man
And I bent these pros, Jump in the car ballers on Vogues
If you got a Benz with them ends you cn freak out her
Sent that tramp out to your lake, night shake the show stoppers
Welcome to my game, I do this thang wit' no
And if them folks ask, then tell 'em my name, Mr. Fame
I say no words just lay it back
Let my hold on my strap
I dont trust these
I fuckin crush these lames, these lames