Luyện nghe bài hát RapFix 2013 Year-End Cypher

[Vere 1:
Motherf'ers rhyme no more 'bout slime no more
That five pure cause I'm so raw
Drip rocks till I climb no more
Became a hot boy the 504
of the p and the pies go forth
Damn near free, I need a five, four more
What you see you tell me
in like the first scene in Belly
Like let 'em in though, Timbs, leather trench coat
Mac 10, let the clip go, [?] where I send those
happened? Niggas been broke
[?] send you a napkin with kids toked
Bluh, bluh, blood
They jumped this caddy, came back with everywhere
Trunk of the Crown Vic, drugs heavy there
You thought it was '96, Jesus head heavy
Now I'm rich like ''look, boy I'm them''
Trying to play fantasy football with Hov and
Pick another check, shit, I more than both of 'em
my little bro, I look forward to growthing 'em
Yeah, now I copped another watch
I just drove up the lot another drop
My stop 95th then hit the butterspot
The feds got me on shit that could get my hot

2: Lantana]
Military matter, on a mission, baby,
I put myself in position, man, it's a tradition
My pops blood in every I got
So two I can never do is change and stop
They don't understand the or the brain I got
They there when them people came and changed them locks ever
That's why [?] don't kill
[?] and these niggas still slow
You still slow for real though, what you for?
Ain't trying to hear till a bullet hit his earlobe
Can you me now, we rising
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
head back to Cincinnati, told 'em I'm about whatever
This for my people, how
Who don't easy, that autotune
Listen, I got you, I'mma keep it
Ratchet on me, ain't got no homies, just my people,
People, people, my the Corleone
Wow, let off the 40
Ride that I'm with people
gon have to see you, it's evil

3: Oun P]
Money is the motive, got my on it
Come with triggers, see that floor, I put mind on it
See this here, I grind on it
99% of niggas waste lines, over here got on it
I switch grinds, I'm to get it every way
Til I'm eating like it's Thanksgiving day
Stay a serious face cause I don't ever play
Bad karma back in the days cause I ever pray
I ain't with the trickery, 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 was only jackets
Before there was 3 of us on the mattress
Now 3 of us fucking the same actress
everything, I'm fucking the game backwards
Put more green in the air than St.Patrick's
I'm rapping, first of all
I'm doing so my moms ain't gotta work no more
Music take away the pain, it don't no more
Was looking for wealth, but I ain't gotta no more
The loyalty, where the is that these days?
friends is getting each other clapped these days
These young niggas really don't how to act these days
It was better when I was younger in my days
Go outside, hoop a little, you know, flirt with the
Go now I see somebody squirting the 40
Pen and a pad, I'm the story
All you see is what a lot of niggas showing
So when the started a lot of niggas ain't going
Now I listen to rap, a lot of niggas ain't flowing
doing it for a while, now it's time to bring dough in
Humble, I don't brag or in these streets
But these white phones be like coke on my feet
I ain't get it distributing that coke on the streets
Got from putting cooked coke on the beat
...

4: Ransom]
Niggas I don't show gratitude
Look at this shoes, you can tell [?]
Street prophecies told by the resurrection of
Every I'm blessing properly, manifesting philosophy
Ghetto monopoly, how .. on that property
Deep as them fossils be under the geography
Got a lot to kin, no me, whoever is on top of me
popped with three bullets, it's hollow, G
I'm a to the rap minority, perfect harmony
Paper like a lobotomy, the lurking aside of me
The ghetto doing robberies cause of [?]
[?] part of me like the major arteries me
this day wonder where my father be
Pardon me, this is hard to me, life is a
Played it to [?] pornography
It ain't to see like photography
sodomy, [?]
Got a to kill like Sean Connery
Street corner pharmacy harming fake thugs wearing army fatigue