Luyện nghe bài hát Musical Freedom

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

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

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

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

[Ben
I here all night dressed like mo do's
Hustlin up outta four
Candy Caprices no mo', Escalades Momo's
Who lookin, boy we is so pro, slow is how we seem
weighed up on beams, for geekers that wanna dream
That's how I my cream
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 decide to late
Dont run up wrong and your fate maker
Long as I get weight maker
They call me Mr. Bossy, paint silver glossy
what it cost me, I'm Mr. Flossy get the hell off me
Ben Hate bout G's, Ben Hate 'bout multiplatinum
Hell, Hate bout grind, Ben Hate bout hustle, Ben bout mine
Steppin out this time, in aligators, 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 orange & (orange & blue), rollin wit' my team

nah
Hell it aint road, execs see me
Guys leave, my flow be so
Comin through like the in the back door
See me, be like Puffy get the dough
Gonna let me ride the
Seein how these folks be makin tha stack
Matter of cant call the cat
they chillin 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 holla Cause they he is the man
But I cant stand them pretty ass bitches and they gettin up on my nerves
And while they in my face, they actin fake, I'm 'em to the curb
So what it concern, on whether I ball or stand on my own 2
Got you niggaz dislikin me , they get like me
I'm five bitches, over five geeks
Dont 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
Cause haters never gon find me
Try to put the mean mug on when I around
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 have a
I'm on top my game, why you know my name
I hit that fame now what it's gon be

Ben
grippin, Henn sippin
Pistol hold and pistol
All lames that 'bout trickin
Dump them and get to dippin
Type of niggaz, that slide all trucks
With the dubs, all chrome, bars, and them 2-colored cuts
Pros, stand on the block, they
of them thugs and cut-butts
Jump in the 'Lac and get cut
Hop in the woe's get stuck, what's up
These bustaz wanna try me, I pull they when they alk by me
Leave 'em upset lookin mad, and dog, face 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 with them ends you cn freak out her friends
Sent that out to your partnaz lake, night shake the show stoppers
to my game, I do this thang wit' no shame
And if them folks ask, then tell 'em my name, Mr. Ghetto
I say no words just lay it back
Let my girl hold on my
I dont trust these
I fuckin crush these lames, touch these