Luyện nghe bài hát Musical Freedom

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

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

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

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

[Ben
I stand here all dressed like mo do's
Hustlin up outta four
Candy Caprices no mo', twankin 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 as team fulla down ass niggaz that's down for green
I see how y'all watch and wait, hope I decide to late
Dont run up wrong and meet your fate
as I get your weight maker
They 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 grind, Ben Hate bout hustle, Ben Hate bout mine
Steppin out this time, in aligators, glock for haters
Hollow so they cant fade us, big money makers
You see me on the seen so clean, black magic
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 folks in the back
See me, be like Puffy get the dough
Gonna let me the track
Seein how these folks be tha money stack
of fact cant call the cat
Cause they like a bad rat breakin off cheese like a Kit-Kat
Now that, the man with the Rolex and the diamonds in his hand
Girls in the club wanna Cause they think he is the man
But I cant stand pretty ass bitches and niggaz they gettin up on my nerves
And they in my face, they 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 me , they cant get like me
I'm five bitches, over five geeks
Dont make no sense you ask me
I'm on top, make you wanna have me
I'm smoke a blunt, march 2 steps in front
Cause aint never 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
right, nigga know you cant get wit' Re
So you just have 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, Henn
Pistol hold and whippin
All lames that talk trickin
them thangs and get to dippin
Type of niggaz, slide all custom trucks
With the dubs, all chrome, grill bars, and them 2-colored
Pros, on the block, they nuts
Sick of them thugs and
Jump in the 'Lac and get cut
Hop in the 'Gator woe's get stuck, up
These bustaz wanna try me, I pull they girl when alk by me
Leave 'em upset lookin mad, and dog, lookin sad
I dont sweat these pros man, I these pros man
And I bent these pros, Jump in the car ballers on Vogues
If you got a with 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 wit' no
And if them folks ask, then tell 'em my name, Mr. Ghetto
I dont say no words just lay it
Let my girl hold on my
I dont trust these
I fuckin crush these lames, touch lames