Luyện nghe bài hát Part of My Life

Intro:
--freddie --let me tell you--
--who's the divine? -- --you like that--
--freddie --let me tell you--

one]
I be all in you like you space in my lyric zone
I'm like a pit, with a leg in his mouth, I bring it
Bumpy ripping everything known, block every blow
I make you sit your ho ass down, off your microphone
Cause after me un-rippable
I slap you in your mouth, your drinks'll be
I got miles of styles, you must be out your brain
To think I'm not the in the game
Disconnected from mainframe, punched cocked
Twirl your up murray the cop, to the beat down you don't stop
When fox and keep it hot
End the whole beef with just one shot, niggaz I not
This piece of with the screen on top
Projects uncut chyna dope
Leave a freeze in a nigga
I fight for like the right to vote
The I spit, they'll never be an antecdote
You niggaz thought I put my mic
the industry's scared cause I put my fight down
Before I do that, I sell it out the trunk and a mill
Now thats a real rap nigga
In 99 I'm niggaz like flies
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 start prayin

Rhymin is a of my life
I'ma die with rhymin kids and a wife
I don't let nobody me that don't know how to do what I do
So if you don't like it then you!

[verse
I watch niggaz get hyped up one single and get gassed
Then fall a bad pass
Niggaz run outta new york, to in other places
somebody remember old rap faces
Fuck that, i'ma borough thorough mc
I go, new york goes, keepin new york flows
Niggaz be switchin they not sure
Your style is played out soft like valure
In red and black living rooms the system booms
He's a little diss to whomever whom
Come against me and I give you one of picks:
Get shot, get stuck up, get your ass
Bring your whole unit, and I be gunning em
Cause freddie foxxx be the thing since run and em
I be running through you like a hummer, you don't want o'
So hot I december 25 into summer
I scrutinize niggaz and bring em down to
My lyrical body slam will you paralized
Fuck what you memorize, I take you out of
And leave you and black in both your eyes
My rise is your demise, shut down your
Fox and primo, we stay close like
got nine 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 clip of unstoppable shit
You mean to tell me never knew
That I be bustin in the head with beer bottles like guru
Check the mic one, two make sure on
When I bring it to your headquarters, word is
up, eyes and ears open
I got you
That you could catch rec me
You got a chance at kickin down a tree
no legs, doing a handstand on two eggs
Motherfucker, I got lyrical instinct, what you write
I'm the source like magazine, on the cover with the 16
I ain't to diss a mc, but ask him if he scared to diss me
I bet he won't disagree, he'll probaly start his throat
Hurt, his mom's is sick with a bad
Or start screamin he's about
He's a faggot with a whack flow
Don't up on me talkin freestyles and off the top of the dome
I beat you and send your ass home
I'm on my own time, I my own rhymes
You be the nominee? you brave now?
I carve my rhyme in your back and bury you down
remember nigga:
I'm freddie the foxxx I break his and buck em buck em down