Luyện nghe bài hát Price & Shining Armor

Yo! Listen...
Afghanistan, bombed out,
I'm weeded, an Ativan
Run up on a rapper rappin', that's when I slap a fan
you niggies, the gypsy needin' a caravan
Half-man half-amazing,
You know the flow is so hard, tell her, Down
Is the label, but - fuck a record
Broke after I smoke and the sucker meal
P! Keep my shit, B
I'll punch your off like the Story of Ricky
All in my like a rap battle
Fuck around and all of the eight when the gat rattles
That rappin' is played out
Till I hardcore slap you and ask you what's out
(What's played out, man?) P! the grown
Squeeze the chrome, please believe it nigga, home

Verse two, sunroof casket for the earth dirt
Work wet, wet work with the wet, who?
Vest protect chest, but never get neck
Dave Tua, fist of rage, I Rugers
Engage shooters in battles, behave, junior

Ay yo, kill noid paragraph, crack ground, glass
Ill boy, Madagas', bitch with a ass
Top on the rooftop, spit shine my
Pitch grind my strip, crime rhyme hits
Got a towel, better it in
Frontline bangin', P, me I'm goin' in
War path is bloody, damaged one sword stroke
48 tracks to and the board broke
What it do, kilogram crew (what up?)
The is barbaric, Encino Man 2
Paul Bunyan on the corner the onion
In the booth I'm the dragon fire out the dungeon
Fuck a metaphor, fuck you think the for
Put the mic down, fuck rap, raw
Street fighter, strike like Bison
The ghostwriting for Price on Mic Tyson