Luyện nghe bài hát Part of My Life

Intro:
foxxx-- --let me tell you--
--who's the real divine? -- --you that--
foxxx-- --let me tell you--

[verse
I be all in you you disrespected space in my lyric zone
I'm like a pit, with a leg in his mouth, I it home
Bumpy everything known, block every blow zone
I make you sit ho ass down, turn off your microphone
after me it's un-rippable
I slap you in mouth, your drinks'll be unsippable
I got miles of styles, you must be out your motherfuckin
To think I'm not the in the game
from your mainframe, punched cocked
Twirl your nose up murray the cop, to the beat you don't stop
When fox and bumpy it hot
End the beef with just one shot, niggaz I fear not
This piece of with the screen on top
Projects chyna white dope
Leave a freeze in a nigga
I for this like the right to vote
The I spit, they'll never be an antecdote
You niggaz thought I put my mic
Cause the industry's scared I put my fight down
Before I do that, I sell it out the trunk and make a
Now thats a real rap nigga
In 99 I'm droppin niggaz like
Fuck flowin, I'm turning niggaz into owens
the four pound, keep it going, I'm in your dresser room layin
You bitch ass niggaz just prayin baby

Rhymin is a part of my
die with rhymin kids and a rhymin wife
I don't let judge me that don't know how to do what I do
So if you like it then fuck you!

[verse
I watch niggaz get hyped up with one and get gassed
fall like a bad pass
Niggaz run outta new york, to in other places
Hopin somebody old rap faces
Fuck that, i'ma five thorough mc
Where I go, new york goes, keepin new york
be switchin cause they not sure
Your style is out soft shit like valure
In red and black living rooms when the booms
He's a nice little diss to whom
Come against me and I give you one of three
Get shot, get stuck up, get ass kicked
Bring whole unit, and I be lyrically gunning em
Cause freddie foxxx be the illest since run and em
I be through you like a hummer, you don't want none o'
So hot I december 25 into summer
I niggaz and bring em down to size
My lyrical slam will leave you paralized
Fuck what you memorize, I you out of drive
And leave you neutralized and in both your eyes
My rise is your demise, shut your enterprise
Fox and primo, we stay close like
Bumpy got lives, like a cat
With a gat, keep it underground fuck that!

[verse
For every verse I ever spit, for mic I ever rip
I still got a full clip of shit
You mean to tell me motherfuckers knew
That I be bustin in the head with beer bottles like guru
Check the mic one, two make sure on
When I it to your headquarters, word is bond
Heads up, and ears open
I got you
you could catch rec like me
You got a better chance at kickin a tree
With no legs, a handstand on two eggs
Motherfucker, I got instinct, fuck what you write
I'm the source magazine, on the cover with the ruger 16
I ain't scared to diss a mc, but ask him if he to diss me
I bet he won't disagree, he'll probaly start his throat
Hurt, his is sick with a bad knee
Or start screamin about dough
just a faggot with a whack flow
Don't walk up on me freestyles and off the top of the dome
I you down and send your ass home
I'm on my own time, I write my own
You be the nominee? you brave now?
I my rhyme in your back and bury you face down
Just nigga:
I'm freddie the I break his back and buck em buck em down