Luyện nghe bài hát Progress of Elimination

Who am I to a wicked bitch?
is business
But now the revelation has
How the bitch is trying to get rich
And a good 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
Some kind of way I have a slave, yes sir masta, no sir masta
I work fasta, even if it means my being tampered with

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

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

If it wasn't for the dope we got stashed in the casket
I'd have your ass hit then watch the fool die
While I be crispy ass dollars
Louisiana fried chicken

And a sip of his favorite drink
At the grave as I through the shade, your shit still stinks
I wasn't tryin' to see an explanation
As far as I'm concerned the way to progress
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 this Pitt shit but I'm tryin' to get back to Detroit
Fuck it if I need to do these I'm a do 'em too
And step the fuck off as if I never knew fools

See ya, now the shit is my way
I'm hittin' the highway, no mo' drive by's in my way
is what's happening I'm finally at my destination
I ain't one of 'dem bitches tryin', I gotta get fuck a curling iron

get that shit did later meanwhile I'm on some ol'
Bucka a quick shit fo paper
And I'm disectin' at the same time
like a lunatic shootin' quick

Call it what you but I'll be brief
I trust a motherfucker
a motherfucker is me, G
Getting' sweated is just an

So I regret it when you get your BC date
'Cause it's all about
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 time to trip

I the feelin' that these niggas
Is into my
Plus, the munchies got me wanting a
But the murder

Knockin' em off was a but I'm stuck
And ain't no way I'm a rest my head on
bench, fuck
I'm sick of this shit, let me slip into alley

And try to fly as as I can get
With 200 and 100 spliffs
Tryin' to it to Detroit, Detroit

Now every member of my click is in his
I'm truly the BO$$ bitch now, nobody's slave, how do I
Listen, I'll neva give an 'cause as far as I'm concerned
The only way to progress is through

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

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
Bo$$, teach her a