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, get here fa' me

Guy (Girl):
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, here gurl, hey, look here...
(I know you aint to me)
Hey, hey, shut up gurl, (What?!?! UP?!?!)
Hey, look here, here, look here
My boy, Ben Hated, he... he wanna at you, (WHAT?!?!) my boy...
(Ben Hated?!?! I see why his ass "been hated",
look what y'all ridin in)
Bitch... Muthafuck... Kick rocks, you!
off, honking horn*

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

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

Hated]
I stand all night dressed like mo do's
up outta four doors
Candy Caprices no mo', twankin Momo's
Who lookin, boy we is so pro, is just how we seem
Yayo weighed up on beams, for geekers that dream
how I made my cream
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 and wait, hope I decide to navigate late
run up wrong 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 'bout multiplatinum
Hell, Hate bout grind, Ben Hate hustle, Ben Hate bout mine
Steppin out this time, in aligators, glock for them
Hollow tips so they cant us, big money makers
You see me on the seen so clean, black gleam
Draped up in orange & blue (orange & blue), wit' my team

nah
Hell it road, industry execs see me
leave, my flow be so lovely
Comin through like the in the back door
See me, be like Puffy gotta get the
Gonna let me ride the
Seein how these folks be makin tha stack
Matter of cant call the cat
Cause they chillin 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 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 it concern, on whether I ball or stand on my own 2 feet
Got you niggaz me , they cant get like me
I'm five bitches, over five geeks
Dont no sense 'til you ask me
Cause I'm on top, make you wanna me
I'm just smoke a blunt, march 2 steps in
Cause haters aint gon find me
Try to put the mean mug on when I around
Nigga like you wanna give me a
But you comin at me like you
Talkin 'bout you just be down
Yeah right, know you cant get wit' Re
So you better have a seat
I'm on top my game, that's why you know my
I hit that fame now what it's gon be

Ben
Wood grippin, Henn
Pistol and pistol whippin
All lames that 'bout trickin
Dump thangs and get to dippin
of niggaz, that slide all custom trucks
With the dubs, all chrome, grill bars, and them cuts
Pros, on the block, they nuts
Sick of thugs and cut-butts
Jump in the 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 bent these pros, in the car with ballers on Vogues
If you got a Benz them ends you cn freak out her friends
Sent that tramp out to your partnaz lake, night the show stoppers
Welcome to my game, I do this thang wit' no
And if them folks ask, then 'em my name, Mr. Ghetto Fame
I dont say no just lay it back
Let my girl on my strap
I dont trust these
I fuckin these lames, touch these lames