Luyện nghe bài hát RapFix 2013 Year-End Cypher

[Vere 1:
Motherf'ers can't rhyme no more 'bout slime no
five white pure cause I'm so raw
Drip rocks till I couldn't climb no
Became a hot boy the 504
Master of the p and the go forth
Damn near free, I a least five, four more
What you see you can't me
Walked in like the scene in Belly
Like let 'em in though, black Timbs, leather trench
Mac 10, let the clip go, half [?] I send those
What happened? been broke
[?] send you a napkin your kids toked
Bluh, bluh, blood
They jumped this caddy, back with bloods everywhere
Trunk of the Crown Vic, kept heavy there
You thought it was '96, Jesus head heavy
Now I'm rich like ''look, boy I'm over
Trying to play fantasy with Hov and them
another check, shit, I took more than both of 'em
School my bro, I look forward to growthing 'em
Yeah, now I just copped another
I just drove up the lot another drop
My first 95th then hit the butterspot
The feds got me on shit that get my mother hot

[Verse 2:
Military matter, on a mission, baby,
I put myself in position, man, it's a family
My pops in every vein I got
So two things I can do is change and stop
They understand the pain or the brain I got
They weren't there when them people came and changed locks ever
That's why [?] kill more
[?] and these stupid niggas still
You still for real though, what you hear for?
Ain't trying to hear till a bullet hit his earlobe
Can you hear me now, we
I got and I should've wore an [?]
for my people and I'mma die for my people
I'd go to jail for my people, hope I get from my people
I'd hell for my people, shoot it out with the devil
Then back to Cincinnati, told 'em I'm about whatever
This for my people, how
Who don't easy, that autotune
Listen, I got you, keep it ratchet
on me, ain't got no homies, just my people, people
People, people, my the Corleone
Wow, let off the 40
Ride that while I'm people
They gon to see you, it's evil

3: Oun P]
Money is the motive, got my on it
Come triggers, see that floor, I put your mind on it
See this block here, I on it
99% of niggas waste lines, over here got on it
I switch grinds, I'm trying to get it way
Til I'm like it's Thanksgiving every day
Stay with a face cause I don't ever play
Bad karma back in the days cause I ain't pray
I with the trickery, don't t be trying to get at us
you til my hands turn roast and grabbing a cactus
No lights in the crib, red light on the
Eight balls on the block, but the 40's was jackets
Before there was 3 of us on the same
Now 3 of us fucking the same actress
Dogging everything, I'm fucking the game
Put more green leaf in the air St.Patrick's
I'm rapping, first of all
I'm doing so my moms ain't gotta work no more
Music away the pain, it don't hurt no more
Was looking for wealth, but I ain't gotta no more
The loyalty, where the fuck is these days?
friends is getting each other clapped these days
These young niggas really don't know how to act these
It was when I was younger in my athlete days
Go outside, hoop a little, you know, with the shorties
Go outside now I see squirting the 40
Pen and a pad, I'm the story
All you see is what a lot of niggas ain't
So when the started a lot of niggas ain't going
Now I don't listen to rap, a lot of niggas flowing
Been doing it for a while, now it's to bring dough in
Humble, I don't brag or boast in streets
But these white be looking like coke on my feet
I ain't get it from that coke on the streets
Got mine putting cooked coke on the beat
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4: Ransom]
Niggas I don't show gratitude
Look at rapper shoes, you can tell [?]
Street told by the resurrection of Socrates
Every sentence I'm blessing properly, manifesting
monopoly, how .. Oddisee on that property
Deep as them be under the Earth geography
Got a lot to kin, no stopping me, is on top of me
Getting popped with bullets, it's hollow, G
I'm a novelty to the rap minority, perfect
Paper like a lobotomy, the lurking aside of me
The ghetto doing robberies cause of [?]
[?] of me like the major arteries starving me
Till this day wonder where my be
Pardon me, this is to me, life is a lottery
it to [?] like pornography
It ain't to see like photography
sodomy, [?]
Got a license to kill like Sean
Street corner pharmacy these fake thugs wearing army fatigue