Luyện nghe bài hát Part Of My Life

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

[Verse
I be all in you like you disrespected space in my lyric
I'm a pit, with a leg in his mouth, I bring it home
Bumpy ripping known, block every blow zone
I make you sit your ho ass down, turn off microphone
Cause me its un-rippable
I slap you in your mouth, your drinks'll be
I got miles of styles, you must be out motherfuckin brain
To think I'm not the nicest in the
Disconnected your mainframe, punched cocked
Twirl your nose up Murray the cop, to the down you don't stop
When Fox and keep it hot
End the whole with just one shot, niggaz I fear not
This piece of steel with the on top
Projects chyna white dope
Leave a freeze in a throat
I fight for this like the to vote
The I spit, they'll never be an antecdote
You niggaz I put my mic down
Cause the industry's scared cause I put my fight
Before I do that, I sell it out the trunk and a mill
Now thats a real rap deal
In 99 I'm droppin like flies
Fuck flowin, I'm niggaz into Jesse Owens
Cock the pound, keep it going, I'm in your dresser room layin
You bitch ass niggaz just start prayin

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

[Verse
I watch niggaz get hyped up with one and get gassed
Then fall like a bad
run outta New York, to live in other places
Hopin somebody old rap faces
Fuck that, five borough thorough MC
Where I go, New York goes, New York flows
Niggaz be switchin cause they not
Your style is played out soft shit Valure
In red and black living rooms when the booms
He's a nice diss to whomever whom
Come against me and I you one of three picks:
Get shot, get stuck up, get your ass
your whole unit, and I be lyrically gunning em
Cause Freddie Foxxx be the illest thing 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
what you memorize, I take you out of drive
And leave you neutralized and black in both eyes
My rise is demise, shut down your enterprise
Fox and Primo, we stay like thighs
Bumpy got nine lives, 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 of unstoppable shit
You mean to tell me never knew
I be bustin niggaz in the head with beer bottles like Guru
Check the mic one, two make its on
When I bring it to headquarters, word is bond
Heads up, and ears open
I got you
That you could rec like me
You got a better chance at kickin down a
With no legs, doing a handstand on two
Motherfucker, I got lyrical instinct, fuck what you
I'm The Source like magazine, on the cover the Ruger 16
I ain't scared to diss a MC, but ask him if he scared to me
I bet he won't disagree, probaly start sayin his throat
hurt, his mom's is sick with a bad
Or start screamin about dough
He's just a faggot a whack flow
walk up on me talkin freestyles and off the top of the dome
I beat you down and your ass home
I'm on my own time, I write my own
You wanna be the you brave now?
I carve my rhyme in your back and bury you face
remember nigga:
I'm Freddie the Foxxx I break his and buck em buck em down