Luyện nghe bài hát Progress of Elimination

Who am I to flip a bitch?
Business is
But now the revelation has
How the Bo$$ bitch is trying to get
And doing a job
And rippin' up the pavement with shit

Oh shit, I think I jumped into a
And now I'm being surrounded by dead niggaz in a
kind of way I have become a slave, yes sir masta, no sir masta
I work fasta, even if it my brain being tampered with

Fuck it, at least I got rid of the
Later on I mix up some G's
it on the corner curb
Talkin' about to Pittsburgh

I'm out here on the cut smokin' bud Macaroni
Instead of us servin' niggas this tryin' to bone me
But I ain't trying to hear this Bitch elf
I ain't in the mood 'cause I don't fuck around the help, bastard

If it wasn't for the dope that we got stashed in the
I'd have your ass hit then the fool die trickin'
I be countin' crispy ass dollars
Like Louisiana fried

And takin' a sip of his favorite
At the grave as I stare the shade, your shit still stinks
I wasn't tryin' to see an 'cause
As far as I'm concerned the only way to
Is through

to go, yeah, got to go
The Bo$$, no
At whatever the

to go, yeah, got to go

Time is running, out I'm still employed
They talking this Pitt shit but I'm tryin' to get back to
Fuck it if I need to do niggas I'm a do 'em too
And step the fuck off as if I knew them fools

See ya, now the shit is my way
I'm the highway, no mo' drive by's in my drive way
This is happening I'm finally at my destination
I one of 'dem bitches tryin', I gotta get crackin' fuck a curling iron

I'll get shit did later meanwhile I'm on some ol'
Bucka a sucka quick fo paper
And I'm at the same time progressin'
Eliminating a lunatic shootin' quick

it what you want but I'll be brief
I don't a motherfucker
Unless a is me, G
Getting' is just an inspiration

So I don't regret it you get your BC date
it's all about elimination
Got to go, yeah, got to go

Fuck up and I'll have yo ass hitch
From Idaho, yo, is knockin' out silly shit
Let me hit this Philly
Now, it's to really trip

I the feelin' that these niggas
Is my shit
Plus, the got me wanting a burger
But first the

em off was a cinch but I'm stuck
And no way that I'm a rest my head on
Another bench,
I'm sick of shit, let me slip into this alley

And try to fly as as I can get
With 200 blunts and 100
to make it to Detroit, Detroit

Now every member of my is in his grave
I'm the BO$$ bitch now, nobody's slave, how do I plea?
Listen, I'll neva give an explanation as far as I'm concerned
The way to progress is through elimination

to go, yeah, got to go
The Bo$$, no
At the cost

to go, yeah, got to go
The Bo$$, no
At whateva the

to go, yeah, got to go
The Bo$$, no
At whateva the

to go, yeah, got to go
Bo$$, her a lesson