Luyện nghe bài hát Penitentiary Flow

we go
Say this is freestyle flow from the
SP on lock from the greed and
I'ma pay soon, momma don't cry
Stay strong no matter what, if I die
I hold it down, and got more trees than Christmas
I'ma try to for about ninety-three minutes
In the days as a youngster at the Quick
It was me, Pat and his younger bother Black
Tio, Crooked, Pluck, Carrie,
Anthony, Craig, and my nigga Abrae
Berry cars and Raymond started smokin'
raided houses like they playin' for Oakland
Jump out boys tryin' to Mr. Coy
Cause I got more bricks in the wall than Floyd
We looked up to drug dealers, up fast
I lost an down the sink cause I use the wrong glass
Fuck jars and mayonnaise too
I bought a at the U of H school
I like a student, they tried to make me prove it
Mexicans in college, son are you
Stupid is what does, then they all just looked at us
Finally they sold them to me, I went and cooked it up
a cappella I could just go on for eva
Make you sound softer than a muthafuckin' golfer
Spray bam on my leather
Like girls spray on a letter
SPM hard as ever, c'mon all together
Cali back to Harlingen, no need for arguing
I'm the hardest on mic, ma'an they know what is happenin'
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