Luyện nghe bài hát RapFix 2013 Year-End Cypher

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

2: Lantana]
Military matter, on a mission, baby,
I put myself in position, man, a family tradition
My blood in every vein I got
So two things I can never do is and stop
don't understand the pain or the brain I got
They weren't when them people came and changed them locks ever
That's why [?] don't more
[?] and these niggas still slow
You still for real though, what you hear for?
Ain't trying to hear nothing a bullet hit his earlobe
Can you hear me now, we
I got game and I wore an [?]
Live for my people and die for my people
I'd go to for my people, hope I get mail from my people
I'd raise hell for my people, shoot it out the devil
Then head back to Cincinnati, told 'em I'm about
This for my people, how
Who want easy, that autotune
Listen, I got you, keep it ratchet
Ratchet on me, ain't got no homies, my people, people
People, people, my life the
Wow, let off the 40
that while I'm with people
They gon to see you, it's evil

3: Oun P]
Money is the motive, got my on it
Come with triggers, see floor, I put your mind on it
See block here, I grind on it
99% of waste lines, over here got nines on it
I grinds, I'm trying to get it every way
Til I'm like it's Thanksgiving every day
Stay with a serious face cause I ever play
Bad back in the days cause I ain't ever pray
I with the trickery, don't t be trying to get at us
Beat you til my hands roast and grabbing a cactus
No lights in the crib, red on the ratchet
Eight balls on the block, but the was only jackets
Before there was 3 of us on the mattress
Now there's 3 of us fucking the actress
Dogging everything, I'm fucking the backwards
Put more green in the air than St.Patrick's
I'm still rapping, of all
I'm doing this so my moms ain't gotta no more
Music take away the pain, it hurt no more
Was looking for wealth, but I ain't gotta no more
The loyalty, where the fuck is that days?
Best friends is getting each other these days
young niggas really don't know how to act these days
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 somebody 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 don't listen to rap, a lot of ain't flowing
Been doing it for a while, now it's time to dough in
Humble, I don't brag or in these streets
But these white phones be looking like on my feet
I ain't get it from that coke on the streets
Got mine from putting cooked on the beat
...

[Verse 4:
Niggas know I don't show
Look at this rapper shoes, you can [?]
Street prophecies by the resurrection of Socrates
sentence I'm blessing properly, manifesting philosophy
Ghetto monopoly, how .. Oddisee on that
Deep as them fossils be the Earth geography
Got a lot to kin, no stopping me, is on top of me
Getting popped three bullets, it's hollow, G
I'm a novelty to the rap minority, perfect
Paper like a lobotomy, the devil lurking of me
The ghetto probably robberies cause of [?]
[?] of me like the major arteries starving me
Till this day wonder my father be
me, this is hard to me, life is a lottery
Played it to [?] like
It ain't hard to see like
sodomy, [?]
Got a license to kill Sean Connery
Street corner pharmacy harming these fake thugs wearing fatigue