Luyện nghe bài hát RapFix 2013 Year-End Cypher

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

[Verse 2:
Military matter, on a mission, baby,
I put in position, man, it's a family tradition
My pops blood in vein I got
So two things I can never do is and stop
They understand the pain or the brain I got
They weren't there when them people and changed them locks ever
why [?] don't kill more
[?] and stupid niggas still slow
You still slow for real though, what you hear
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, I get mail from my people
I'd raise hell for my people, it out with the devil
Then head back to Cincinnati, told 'em I'm about
for my people, how soon
Who don't want easy, 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
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 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 grinds, I'm trying to get it every way
Til I'm like it's Thanksgiving every day
Stay a serious face cause I don't ever play
Bad karma back in the cause I ain't ever pray
I ain't the trickery, don't t be trying to get at us
Beat you til my 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 only
Before there was 3 of us on the mattress
Now there's 3 of us fucking the same
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 gotta work no more
Music take away the pain, it hurt no more
Was looking for wealth, but I gotta search no more
The loyalty, where the fuck is that these
Best friends is getting each other clapped these
These young niggas really don't know how to act 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 ain't showing
So when the tour started a lot of niggas ain't
Now I don't to rap, a lot of niggas ain't flowing
Been it for a while, now it's time to bring dough in
Humble, I don't or boast in these streets
But these white phones be looking coke on my feet
I ain't get it distributing that coke on the streets
Got mine from cooked coke on the beat
...

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