Luyện nghe bài hát Part Of My Life

Intro:
--Freddie --Let me tell you--
--Who's the real --You like that--
Foxxx-- --Let me tell you--

[Verse
I be all in you like you disrespected space in my zone
I'm like a pit, with a leg in his mouth, I bring it
Bumpy ripping everything known, block blow zone
I make you sit your ho ass down, off your microphone
Cause me its un-rippable
I slap you in your mouth, drinks'll be unsippable
I got miles of styles, you must be out motherfuckin brain
To I'm not the nicest in the game
Disconnected from mainframe, punched cocked
Twirl your nose up Murray the cop, to the beat you don't stop
When Fox and keep it hot
End the whole with just one shot, niggaz I fear not
This of steel with the screen on top
uncut chyna white dope
Leave a freeze in a throat
I fight for this 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 a real rap nigga deal
In 99 I'm droppin niggaz like
Fuck flowin, I'm niggaz into Jesse Owens
Cock the four pound, keep it going, I'm in your room layin
You ass niggaz just start prayin baby

Rhymin is a of my life
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 don't like it then you!

[Verse
I watch niggaz get hyped up one single and get gassed
Then fall a bad pass
run outta New York, to live in other places
Hopin somebody remember old rap
Fuck that, five borough thorough MC
Where I go, New York goes, New York flows
Niggaz be switchin cause not sure
style is played out soft shit like Valure
In red and black rooms when the system booms
He's a nice diss to whomever whom
Come me and I give you one of three picks:
Get shot, get stuck up, get ass kicked
Bring your unit, and I be lyrically gunning em
Cause Freddie Foxxx be the illest since Run and em
I be running through you a Hummer, you don't want none o'
So hot I turn December 25 summer
I scrutinize niggaz and em down to size
My lyrical body slam leave 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 every mic I rip
I still got a full clip of shit
You mean to me motherfuckers never knew
That I be bustin niggaz in the head with beer bottles like
the mic one, two make sure its on
When I bring it to your headquarters, word is
Heads up, and ears open
I got you
That you catch rec like me
You got a better chance at kickin down a
With no legs, a handstand on two eggs
Motherfucker, I got lyrical instinct, fuck what you
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 scared to me
I bet he disagree, he'll probaly start sayin his throat
hurt, his is sick with a bad knee
Or screamin he's about dough
just a faggot with a whack flow
Don't walk up on me freestyles and off the top of the dome
I beat you down and your ass home
I'm on my own time, I my own rhymes
You wanna be the nominee? you brave
I carve my rhyme in your and bury you face down
Just remember
I'm the Foxxx I break his back and buck em buck em down