Luyện nghe bài hát New Shit

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

send shit through 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 worldwide
Got Swishahouse and Boss Hogg, in ride trick
They wanna drop like us, and stack a like us
Can't pay bills with they skills, so they copy us
Some trendsetters, go-getters
Use to be but shit, now they bootleggers

Now they bootleggers
Now they bootleggers