Luyện nghe bài hát Part Of My Life

Intro:
--Freddie Foxxx-- --Let me you--
--Who's the real divine?-- 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 everything known, block every blow
I make you sit your ho ass down, turn off your
Cause me its un-rippable
I you in your mouth, your drinks'll be unsippable
I got miles of styles, you must be out your brain
To I'm not the nicest in the game
Disconnected your mainframe, punched cocked
Twirl nose up Murray the cop, to the beat down you don't stop
When Fox and Bumpy it hot
End the whole beef with just one shot, I fear not
This piece of steel the screen on top
Projects uncut chyna white
Leave a freeze in a throat
I fight for this like the to vote
The poison I spit, they'll never be an
You thought I put my mic down
Cause the scared cause I put my fight down
Before I do that, I sell it out the trunk and a mill
Now a real rap nigga deal
In 99 I'm droppin niggaz flies
Fuck flowin, I'm turning niggaz Jesse Owens
Cock the pound, keep it going, I'm in your dresser room layin
You bitch ass niggaz just prayin baby

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

[Verse
I niggaz get hyped up with one single and get gassed
Then fall like a bad
run outta New York, to live in other places
Hopin remember old rap faces
Fuck that, I'ma five thorough MC
Where I go, New York goes, keepin New flows
Niggaz be switchin they not sure
Your style is played out shit like Valure
In red and black living rooms when the booms
a nice 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 unit, and I be lyrically gunning em
Cause Freddie be the illest thing since Run and em
I be running through you like a Hummer, you don't want o'
So hot I turn December 25 into
I scrutinize niggaz and bring em down to
My body slam will leave you paralized
Fuck you memorize, I take you out of drive
And leave you and black in both your eyes
My rise is your demise, shut your enterprise
Fox and Primo, we stay close 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 clip of unstoppable shit
You mean to tell me motherfuckers never
That I be bustin 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 catch rec like me
You got a better chance at down a tree
With no legs, doing a 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 a MC, but ask him if he scared to diss me
I bet he won't disagree, he'll probaly start sayin his
hurt, his mom's is with a bad knee
Or start screamin about dough
He's just a faggot with a flow
Don't walk up on me talkin freestyles and off the top of the
I beat you and send your ass home
I'm on my own time, I my own rhymes
You wanna be the nominee? you brave
I carve my in your back and bury you face down
Just nigga:
I'm Freddie the Foxxx I his back and buck em buck em down