Luyện nghe bài hát New Orleans Maniac

This is the archetypal sound....

ok this really ain't no rock shit, but uhm, ahem, ah, GO!
HOLLYGROVE MONSTER NEW ORLEANS
A NIGGA UP UNTIL HIS WHOLE BODY AIN'T ATTACHED

Hi, my is best rapper alive
And your mouth is the best alive
Cuz you shit, I get hit and walk it off
Like fuck that, then I just spit barking dogs
it bust back, attitude like fuck em all
And I'm and your boyfriend is a butterball
What's geezy, I what's good, bitch is you blind
Check my watch bet it be all the time
Sunny on the side where I at
MIA at?
I get pussy every time I say
In the game room, I don't that
nigga get laid down where he lay at
AK at your doh
Zo
You can ask
Shoot til my soh
wit a bitch low
Who put the
I'm tired of the south, so in mouth is where the dick go
Yeahh........
They like it when I say huh
And your boyfriend's a
And I own land baby
I own the mines
So on my land and catch a bomb like Anquan
F. and the F is for franchise
You lookin at me is like you're through ant eyes
Young Money can't die, bitch we Hancock
Yeah I'm a Martian watchu sayin
I turn your into a ham hot
I put it in a pan pot
Shoot til my hot
I can't hear you stop
I hear sayin pop
I hear choppers sayin
I hear niggas screamin and
Like I said at ya boy bitch
But at ya boy bitch
I'm the boy
Not ya boy
Cuz ya boy a Bitch!

Moola Crazy:]
Eastside Loco, ya sweet cocoa
And you can get yo ass beat fast go go
Mass on my face, low pro that a low
Shoot a rapper his album drop give em promo
Ya like bozo, they ask him bout the group shit it's time to get the loop bitch I had to go solo

Yo all on me, you betta watch ya hoe though
She wanna kick it like a dojo. Uh oh
Slick nigga em then I drop em like a low low
Bitch want money mils no no no
Nigga if you suck a dick no homo
Boy I keep it gutter bo-bos
Yeah I'm doin what I do so nigga do you
And my gun nicknamed she do too
Nigga to the young money age zoo crew
We starvin and you get ate like zoo-zoos

Niggas boo hoo cry I'm heartless
I'll break and cartilage
You are a mark muthafucker I'm a marksman
And I'm all about the green like
Pardon me nigga I'm talkin
You walk into a gun fight, no vest bitch you crazy
like the ice you wearin yo fugaze
Put em in the dirt make em a few daisies

80's baby, soon to be rich nigga, king kong beatin on my chest on you bitch
Paper I'm so I'm on your ass now
Young money cash cow