Luyện nghe bài hát Musical Freedom

Ben (Guy):
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey
Man, hey
Check thi-, that lil' shawty right there
Stop shawty right there
(Who, that 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, up gurl, (What?!?! SHUT UP?!?!)
Hey, look here, look here, look
My boy, Ben Hated, he... he holla 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 makin it so cant fade us (They cant fade us)
So we got to our goals
Pushin platinum gold (sellin gold)

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

Hated]
I stand here all night 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 geekers wanna dream
That's how I my cream
With a down ass hoe, and a as scheme
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 and meet your fate maker
Long as I get weight maker
They call me Mr. Bossy, paint silver glossy
Fuck what it me, I'm Mr. Flossy get the hell off me
Ben Hate bout G's, Ben Hate multiplatinum CD's
Hell, bout grind, Ben Hate bout hustle, Ben Hate bout mine
Steppin out this time, in aligators, glock for them
tips so they cant fade us, big money makers
You see me on the seen so clean, black magic
up in orange & blue (orange & blue), rollin wit' my team

nah
Hell it aint road, industry see me
Guys leave, my flow be so
Comin through like the folks in the door
See me, be like Puffy gotta get the
Gonna let me ride the
Seein how these folks be makin tha stack
Matter of fact cant the cat
Cause they chillin like a bad rat breakin off like a Kit-Kat
Now check that, the man with the Rolex and the in his hand
in the club wanna 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 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 dislikin me , they get like me
I'm jumpin five bitches, over geeks
make no sense 'til you ask me
Cause I'm on top, make you wanna me
I'm just smoke a blunt, march 2 in front
haters aint never gon find me
Try to put the mean mug on when I come
Nigga like you wanna me a pound
But you comin at me you brainy
Talkin you just wanna be down
Yeah right, nigga you cant get wit' Re
So you better just have a
I'm on top my game, why you know my name
I hit that fame now what it's gon be

Ben
Wood grippin, Henn
Pistol and pistol whippin
All lames that 'bout trickin
them thangs and get to dippin
Type of niggaz, that all custom 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 they when they alk by me
Leave 'em upset mad, and dog, face lookin sad
I sweat these pros man, I lick these pros man
And I bent 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 your partnaz lake, night shake the show
Welcome to my game, I do this thang wit' no
And if them folks ask, then tell 'em my name, Mr. Fame
I say no words just lay it back
Let my hold on my strap
I dont trust lames
I fuckin crush lames, touch these lames