Luyện nghe bài hát RapFix 2013 Year-End Cypher

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

[Verse 2:
Military matter, on a mission, baby,
I put myself in position, man, it's a tradition
My blood in every vein I got
So two I can never do is change and stop
They don't understand the pain or the I got
They weren't there when them people came and changed them ever
That's why [?] don't more
[?] and these stupid niggas slow
You still slow for real though, what you for?
Ain't trying to hear nothing a bullet hit his earlobe
Can you me now, we rising
I got game and I 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, shoot it out with the
Then head back to Cincinnati, 'em I'm about whatever
for my people, how soon
Who don't want easy, that
Listen, I got you, I'mma it ratchet
Ratchet on me, got no homies, just my people, 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
with triggers, see that floor, I put your mind on it
See this here, I grind 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 eating like it's every day
Stay with a serious face I don't ever play
Bad karma back in the cause I ain't ever pray
I ain't with the trickery, t be trying to get at us
Beat you til my hands turn roast and a cactus
No in the crib, red light on the ratchet
Eight balls on the block, but the was only jackets
Before there was 3 of us on the same
Now there's 3 of us fucking the actress
everything, I'm fucking the game backwards
Put more leaf in the air than St.Patrick's
I'm rapping, first of all
I'm doing this so my ain't gotta work no more
Music take the pain, it don't hurt no more
Was looking for wealth, but I ain't gotta no more
The loyalty, where the is that these days?
Best friends is getting each other these days
These young really don't know how to act these days
It was better when I was younger in my athlete
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 ain't showing
So the tour 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 to bring dough in
Humble, I brag or boast in these streets
But white phones be looking like coke on my feet
I ain't get it from that coke on the streets
Got mine from putting coke on the beat
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[Verse 4:
Niggas know I show gratitude
Look at this rapper shoes, you can [?]
Street prophecies by the resurrection of Socrates
Every sentence I'm blessing properly, philosophy
monopoly, how .. Oddisee on that property
Deep as fossils be under the Earth geography
Got a lot to kin, no me, whoever is on top of me
Getting popped with three bullets, hollow, G
I'm a novelty to the rap minority, harmony
like a lobotomy, the devil lurking aside of me
The probably doing robberies cause of [?]
[?] part of me the major arteries starving me
Till this day where my father be
Pardon me, this is hard to me, is a lottery
Played it to [?] pornography
It ain't hard to see like
sodomy, [?]
Got a license to kill Sean Connery
Street corner pharmacy harming fake thugs wearing army fatigue