Luyện nghe bài hát RapFix 2013 Year-End Cypher

[Vere 1:
Motherf'ers can't rhyme no more slime no more
That five white pure I'm so raw
Drip rocks till I climb no more
a hot boy like the 504
Master of the p and the pies go
Damn near free, I need a least five, more
What you see you can't me
Walked in the first scene in Belly
Like let 'em in though, black Timbs, trench coat
Mac 10, let the clip go, [?] where I send those
What happened? Niggas broke
[?] send you a napkin with kids toked
Bluh, bluh, everywhere
They jumped this caddy, came back with bloods
of the Crown Vic, kept drugs heavy there
You thought it was '96, Jesus head heavy
Now I'm rich ''look, boy I'm over them''
Trying to 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 another watch
I just up the lot pushing another drop
My stop 95th then hit the butterspot
The feds got me on that could get my mother hot

[Verse 2:
matter, on a mission, baby, listen
I put myself in position, man, a family tradition
My pops in every vein I got
So two things I can never do is and stop
They don't understand the pain or the I got
They weren't there them people came and changed them locks ever
That's why [?] don't kill
[?] and these stupid still slow
You still slow for real though, what you for?
Ain't trying to nothing 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 raise for my people, shoot it out with the devil
Then head to Cincinnati, told 'em I'm about whatever
This for my people, how
Who don't want easy, that
Listen, I got you, keep it ratchet
Ratchet on me, ain't got no homies, just my people,
People, people, my life the
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 with triggers, see floor, I put your mind on it
See this block here, I on it
99% of waste lines, over here got nines on it
I switch grinds, I'm trying to get it way
Til I'm like it's Thanksgiving every day
Stay with a serious face cause I ever play
Bad karma back in the days cause I ever 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 in the crib, red light on the ratchet
Eight balls on the block, but the 40's was jackets
Before was 3 of us on the same mattress
Now there's 3 of us fucking the same
Dogging everything, I'm fucking the backwards
Put more green leaf in the air 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 ain't gotta no more
The loyalty, where the is that these days?
Best is getting each other clapped these days
These young niggas don't know how to act these days
It was better when I was in my athlete days
Go outside, hoop a little, you know, flirt with the
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 ain't
So when the tour started a lot of ain't going
Now I don't to rap, a lot of niggas ain't flowing
Been doing it for a while, now it's time to bring in
Humble, I don't or boast 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 from putting cooked coke on the beat
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[Verse 4:
Niggas know I 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 .. Oddisee on property
Deep as them fossils be the Earth 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 novelty to the rap minority, perfect
Paper like a lobotomy, the lurking aside of me
The ghetto probably doing robberies of [?]
[?] of me like the major arteries starving me
Till this day where my father be
Pardon me, this is hard to me, is a lottery
it to [?] like pornography
It ain't hard to see photography
sodomy, [?]
Got a license to kill like Connery
Street corner pharmacy harming these thugs wearing army fatigue