Luyện nghe bài hát Penitentiary Flow

we go
Say this is freestyle from the penitentiary
SP on lock the greed and jealousy
I'ma pay soon, momma don't cry
strong no matter what, even if I die
I hold it down, and still got more than Christmas
I'ma try to freestyle for about ninety-three
In the days as a youngster at the Snap
It was me, Pat and his younger bother Black
Tio, Crooked, Pluck, Carrie,
Lil' Anthony, Craig, and my nigga
Berry cars and Raymond started smokin'
Five-O's houses like they playin' for Oakland
Jump out boys to catch Mr. Coy
Cause I got more bricks in the wall than Pink
We up to drug dealers, growing up fast
I lost an ounce down the sink cause I use the wrong
Fuck pickle jars and too
I a pyrex at the U of H school
I acted like a student, they to make me prove it
in college, son are you stupid?
Stupid is what stupid does, they all just looked at us
Finally they sold to me, I went home and cooked it up
Rockafella a cappella I just go on for eva
Make you sound softer than a muthafuckin' golfer
that bam on my leather
Like girls spray perfume on a
SPM hard as ever, c'mon yall all
back to Harlingen, theres no need for arguing
I'm the hardest on this mic, ma'an they know what is
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