Luyện nghe bài hát Pit Fight

Everybody was dancin' and everybody was
And, everybody was singin' and everybody was
was dancin' and everybody was smokin'
And, everybody was drinkin' and niggas don't be

Hey yo, I be the man dangle, bilingual
Shit's so hot, it be the first single
Soft mack salt on my Pringle
no stoppin' me now, I'm gon' jungle

NI, flippin' shit, shit
shit from channel to channel
I ain't gon' bite off more than I can
I got the DVD all in my wall

I try to brag, this is on my dick, 'cuz they see in a mag
Should of drived a Benz or I should of the Jag
Old nigga, I rock the doo rag
I might fuck and let my pants sag

One two, I come through wit my
Big Psych, pit fight, you the deals
Potted, a good look at what we started
Retarded, that Brooklyn we got it

Everybody already know be 'bout it
And me gettin' out the box, kid, I doubt it
crowded, up in the club, so I'm ma rub
My against the ninga to show love

Stuck in the cut, as always I wit the ruck
Tony Touch, Beatnuts, straight it up
Now sleep home boy, I got it tucked in the gut
in 'cause I gotta flex against one of you ducks

Mira drago, Mr. El
I send y'all free Cinque De Mayo
Claro, come on y'all, get wit the
And follow, and this cassette in the ride

Aiyo, where's you man wit the Jeckyl and Hyde?
Let's get jump-off jumpin', flip the record and slide

Everybody was and everybody was swingin'
And, everybody was and everybody was movin'
And, was movin' to the groove
Everybody was and everybody was smokin'

And, was drinkin' and niggas don't be thinkin'
Aiyo, Psych is chillin', flippin' the hottest hits in the drinkin'
Never trickin' on a pigeon, yo who I'm
The glock is hittin', but reachable by hand
I'm ma beat you wit this, 'til you understand

And I don't give a if you don't know who I am
This is that pimp song, so take minks off
And out for the night and get your drinks on
Mami, the way you rock me on the floor

Got me, ready to take my fuckin' off
Blast off a new dimension
Here's a little I'd like to mention
If you ain't lovin' it, you must be a
If shorty ain't fuckin', see you

Hasta la vista, you full of pasta and
Oh, you gangster, I'm ma get and beat ya
Now tell me who the there is
Greg NI, Tony Touch, Les, there it is

Everybody pit and, niggas don't be writin'
And, muthafuckas bitin' and
And, and, and, and, a and

pit fightin' and niggas don't be writin'
And, muthafuckas bitin' and
And, and, and, and, and