Luyện nghe bài hát Musical Freedom

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

Guy (Girl):
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, come here gurl, hey, here...
(I you aint talkin to me)
Hey, hey, shut up gurl, (What?!?! 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 ridin in) What?
Bitch... Muthafuck... Kick rocks, you!
*Takes off, horn*

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

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

[Ben
I stand all night dressed like mo do's
Hustlin up outta four
Candy Caprices no mo', Escalades twankin
Who lookin, boy we is so pro, slow is how we seem
Yayo weighed up on beams, for that wanna dream
That's how I made my
a down ass hoe, and a down as scheme
And a down as team fulla down ass that's down for green
I see how y'all watch and wait, I decide to navigate late
Dont run up and meet your fate maker
Long as I get your maker
They call me Mr. Bossy, molases paint glossy
Fuck what it cost me, I'm Mr. Flossy get the 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 this time, in aligators, glock for them
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), rollin my team

nah
Hell it aint road, industry see me
Guys leave, my flow be so
Comin through like the in the back door
See me, be Puffy gotta get the dough
Gonna let me the track
Seein how these folks be makin tha stack
of fact cant call the cat
Cause chillin like a bad rat breakin off cheese like a Kit-Kat
Now check that, the man the Rolex and the diamonds in his hand
Girls in the club holla Cause they think he is the man
But I cant stand them pretty ass bitches and niggaz gettin up on my nerves
And while they in my face, they 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 jumpin bitches, over five geeks
Dont make no 'til you ask me
I'm on top, make you wanna have me
I'm just smoke a blunt, march 2 in front
Cause haters never gon find me
Try to put the mean mug on when I come
like you wanna give me a pound
But you comin at me you brainy
Talkin 'bout you just wanna be
Yeah right, know you cant get wit' Re
So you better just a seat
I'm on top my game, that's why you know my
I done hit that fame now it's gon be

Ben
Wood grippin, sippin
Pistol hold and pistol
All lames that talk 'bout
them thangs and get to dippin
Type of niggaz, that slide all trucks
With the dubs, all chrome, grill bars, and 2-colored cuts
Pros, stand on the block, they
Sick of them thugs and
Jump in the 'Lac and get cut
Hop in the woe's get stuck, what's up
These bustaz wanna try me, I pull 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 these pros, Jump in the car with ballers on Vogues
If you got a Benz with them ends you cn out her friends
Sent that tramp out to your partnaz lake, shake the show stoppers
Welcome to my game, I do this wit' no shame
And if them ask, then tell 'em my name, Mr. Ghetto Fame
I dont say no words lay it back
Let my girl hold on my
I dont these lames
I fuckin crush these lames, touch these