Luyện nghe bài hát Musical Freedom

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

Guy (Girl):
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, come here gurl, hey, 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 ridin in) What?
Bitch... Muthafuck... Kick rocks, you!
*Takes off, honking

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

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

Hated]
I stand here all night dressed mo do's
Hustlin up outta four
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 ass hoe, and a down as scheme
And a down as team fulla down ass niggaz that's down for
I see how y'all watch and wait, hope I to navigate late
Dont run up wrong and your fate maker
as I get your weight 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 'bout CD's
Hell, bout grind, Ben Hate bout hustle, Ben Hate bout mine
Steppin out this time, in aligators, glock for them
Hollow tips so they cant fade us, big 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
Guys leave, my be so lovely
Comin like the folks in the back door
See me, be like Puffy get the dough
let me ride the track
Seein how these be makin tha money stack
of fact cant call the cat
Cause they chillin 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 wanna holla Cause think he is the man
But I cant stand them pretty ass bitches and niggaz they gettin up on my
And while they in my face, they fake, I'm kickin 'em to the curb
So what it concern, on I ball or stand on my own 2 feet
Got you niggaz dislikin me , they cant get me
I'm five bitches, over five geeks
Dont make no 'til you ask me
Cause I'm on top, you wanna have me
I'm just smoke a blunt, 2 steps in front
haters aint never gon find me
Try to put the mean mug on when I around
like you wanna give me a pound
But you comin at me like you
Talkin 'bout you just wanna be
Yeah right, know you cant get wit' Re
So you better just have a
I'm on top my game, that's why you know my
I done hit fame now what it's gon be

Ben
Wood grippin, Henn
Pistol and pistol whippin
All that talk 'bout trickin
them thangs and get to dippin
Type of niggaz, that slide all custom
With the dubs, all chrome, grill bars, and them 2-colored
Pros, stand on the block, nuts
Sick of them thugs and
in the 'Lac and shawty get cut
Hop in the 'Gator get stuck, what's up
These bustaz wanna try me, I pull girl when they alk by me
Leave 'em upset lookin mad, and dog, lookin sad
I sweat these pros man, I lick these 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, night shake the stoppers
Welcome to my game, I do this thang no shame
And if folks ask, then tell 'em my name, Mr. Ghetto Fame
I dont say no just lay it back
Let my girl hold on my
I dont these lames
I fuckin crush these lames, touch lames