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, that lil' girl 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, shut up gurl, (What?!?! 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 y'all ridin in) What?
Bitch... Muthafuck... rocks, fuck 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 Escalades & Navigators
We makin it so they cant us (They cant fade us)
So we got to our goals
platinum sellin gold (If you aint know)

[Ben
I stand here all dressed like mo do's
up outta four doors
Candy Caprices no mo', Escalades Momo's
Who lookin, boy we is so pro, slow is just how we
Yayo weighed up on beams, for that wanna dream
That's how I made my
With a ass hoe, and a down as scheme
And a down as 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 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 Hate bout
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 road, industry execs see me
leave, my flow be so lovely
Comin through the folks in the back door
See me, be Puffy gotta get the dough
Gonna let me the track
Seein how these be makin tha money stack
of fact cant call 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 diamonds in his
Girls in the club wanna holla Cause they he is the man
But I cant stand them pretty ass bitches and niggaz they 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 ball or stand on my own 2
Got you niggaz me , they cant get like me
I'm jumpin five bitches, over geeks
Dont make no 'til you ask me
Cause I'm on top, make you have me
I'm just smoke a blunt, march 2 steps in
haters aint never gon find me
Try to put the mean mug on I come around
Nigga like you wanna me a pound
But you comin at me like you
'bout you just wanna be down
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 what gon be

Ben
Wood grippin, Henn
Pistol and pistol whippin
All lames that talk 'bout
them thangs and get to dippin
Type of niggaz, slide all custom trucks
the dubs, all chrome, grill bars, and them 2-colored cuts
Pros, stand on the block, they
Sick of them thugs and
Jump in the and shawty get cut
Hop in the woe's get stuck, what's up
These bustaz wanna try me, I they girl when they alk by me
'em upset lookin mad, and dog, face lookin sad
I dont sweat these pros man, I lick these man
And I these pros, Jump in the car with ballers on Vogues
If you got a Benz with them ends you cn freak out her
Sent that tramp out to your partnaz lake, night shake the 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 on my strap
I dont these lames
I fuckin crush lames, touch these lames