Luyện nghe bài hát Musical Freedom

Ben (Guy):
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey
Man, hey
Check thi-, Stop that shawty right there
lil' shawty right there
(Who, that 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",
what y'all ridin in) What?
Bitch... Muthafuck... Kick rocks, you!
*Takes off, honking

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

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

Hated]
I stand here all night dressed mo do's
Hustlin up four doors
Caprices no mo', Escalades twankin Momo's
Who lookin, boy we is so pro, slow is how we seem
Yayo weighed up on beams, for geekers that dream
how I made my cream
With a down ass hoe, and a as scheme
And a down as team fulla down ass that's down for green
I see how y'all watch and wait, hope I to navigate late
Dont run up wrong and 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. get the hell off me
Ben bout G's, Ben Hate 'bout multiplatinum CD's
Hell, Hate grind, Ben Hate bout hustle, Ben Hate bout mine
Steppin out this time, in aligators, glock for haters
tips so they cant fade us, big money makers
You see me on the seen so clean, black magic
Draped up in orange & blue (orange & blue), wit' my team

nah
Hell it aint road, execs see me
Guys leave, my be so lovely
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 chillin like a bad rat breakin off like a Kit-Kat
Now check that, the man with the and the diamonds in his hand
Girls in the wanna holla Cause they think 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 on my own 2 feet
Got you niggaz me , they cant get like me
I'm jumpin five bitches, over five
make no sense 'til you ask me
Cause I'm on top, you wanna have me
I'm smoke a blunt, march 2 steps in front
Cause haters never gon find me
Try to put the mean mug on I come around
Nigga you wanna give me a pound
But you comin at me you brainy
Talkin 'bout you just be down
Yeah right, know you cant get wit' Re
So you just have a seat
I'm on top my game, that's why you my name
I hit that fame now what it's gon be

Ben
Wood grippin, sippin
hold and pistol whippin
All lames that 'bout trickin
them thangs and get to dippin
Type of niggaz, that slide all custom
With the dubs, all chrome, grill bars, and them cuts
Pros, stand on the block, they
Sick of them and cut-butts
Jump in the and shawty get cut
Hop in the 'Gator get stuck, what's up
bustaz wanna try me, I pull they girl when they alk by me
Leave 'em lookin mad, and dog, face lookin sad
I dont sweat 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 you cn freak out her friends
Sent that tramp out to partnaz lake, night shake the show stoppers
Welcome to my game, I do this thang no shame
And if them folks ask, then 'em my name, Mr. Ghetto Fame
I say no words just lay it back
Let my girl on my strap
I trust these lames
I fuckin crush lames, touch these lames