Luyện nghe bài hát New Shit

I spit hits a jukebox, stay thugged out like 2Pac
Everytime new drop, it's G shit not hip-hop
I speak for who rip glocks, and leave these haters lips locked
My underground sell mo' than your, album ship out
My underground sell mo' your, real album ship out
My underground sell mo' than your, real ship out
Slow down or sped up, I'll you bob your head up
Hustle till you fed up, tell you stack your up
Falling off never see, Slim got long jeopardy
hits what you get from me, me and Watts like family
And I be damned if we can't do our job, and you bob
I'm signing c.d.'s for you, your and your Uncle Rob
Saying down, jam everything we lay down
If I can't drive to your town, I'll send this through Greyhound

send shit through Greyhound
send this shit through

Got boys Kansas, hollin' bout how they jam this
From Germany to Japan, can't understand this
This ain't no shit, we worldwide bitch
Got Swishahouse and Boss Hogg, in ride trick
They wanna drop like us, and a knot like us
pay they bills with they skills, so they copy us
Some trendsetters, some
Use to be but shit, now they bootleggers

Now they bootleggers
Now they bootleggers