Luyện nghe bài hát Price & Shining Armor

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

Verse two, sunroof casket for the dirt view
Work wet, wet work with the sket wet,
Vest protect chest, but never get neck
Dave Tua, fist of rage, I wave
shooters in battles, better behave, junior

Ay yo, noid paragraph, crack ground, shatter glass
Ill boy, Madagas', with a fatter ass
Top on the rooftop, shine my shit
Pitch grind my strip, switch crime hits
Got a towel, better it in
Frontline bangin', P, cover me I'm in
War path is bloody, damaged from one sword
48 tracks to slide and the broke
it do, coke kilogram crew (what up?)
The bars is barbaric, Man 2
Paul on the corner with the onion
In the booth I'm the breathin' fire out the dungeon
Fuck a metaphor, you think the metal for
Put the mic down, rap, peddle raw
Street fighter, Juxx like Bison
The ghostwriting for Price on Mic Tyson