Luyện nghe bài hát New Shit

I spit hits like a jukebox, thugged out like 2Pac
Everytime something new drop, G shit not hip-hop
I speak for those who rip glocks, and leave these lips locked
My underground sell mo' than your, album ship out
My sell mo' than your, real album ship out
My underground sell mo' your, real album ship out
Slow down or sped up, I'll make you bob your up
Hustle you fed up, tell you stack your bread up
Falling off you'll see, Slim got long jeopardy
Real hits what you get from me, me and Watts like
And I be damned if we can't do our job, and you bob
I'm c.d.'s for you, your niece and your Uncle Rob
Saying down, jam everything we lay down
If I can't drive to your town, I'll send shit through Greyhound

send this shit Greyhound
send this shit Greyhound

Got boys from Kansas, hollin' how they jam this
From Germany to Japan, they understand this
This ain't no local shit, we bitch
Got Swishahouse and Boss Hogg, in your ride
They wanna drop like us, and a knot like us
Can't pay they bills with they skills, so they us
Some trendsetters, go-getters
Use to be but shit, now they bootleggers

Now they-now they
Now they-now bootleggers