Luyện nghe bài hát RapFix 2013 Year-End Cypher

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

[Verse 2:
Military matter, on a mission, baby,
I put myself in position, man, it's a family
My blood in every vein I got
So two things I can do is change and stop
They don't the pain or the brain I got
They weren't there when people came and changed them locks ever
That's why [?] don't kill
[?] and these stupid niggas slow
You slow for real though, what you hear 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 [?]
Live for my people and I'mma die for my
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
head back to Cincinnati, told 'em I'm about whatever
This for my people, how
Who don't want easy, autotune
Listen, I got you, I'mma keep it
Ratchet on me, ain't got no homies, my people, people
People, people, my the Corleone
Wow, let off the 40
Ride that 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 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 like it's Thanksgiving every day
Stay with a serious face I don't ever play
Bad karma back in the days cause I ever pray
I ain't the trickery, don't t be trying to get at us
Beat you til my hands roast and grabbing a cactus
No in the crib, red light on the ratchet
Eight balls on the block, but the was only jackets
Before was 3 of us on the same mattress
Now there's 3 of us the same actress
Dogging everything, I'm fucking the backwards
Put more green leaf in the air St.Patrick's
I'm rapping, first of all
I'm doing this so my moms ain't gotta work no
Music take away the pain, it hurt no more
Was looking for wealth, but I ain't search no more
The loyalty, where the is that these days?
Best friends is getting 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, 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 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 it for a while, now it's time to bring dough in
Humble, I brag or boast in these streets
But these white phones be like coke on my feet
I ain't get it from distributing that coke on the
Got mine from 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 by the resurrection of Socrates
Every I'm blessing properly, manifesting philosophy
Ghetto monopoly, how .. Oddisee on that
Deep as them fossils be under the Earth
Got a lot to kin, no stopping me, is on top of me
Getting popped with bullets, it's hollow, G
I'm a novelty to the rap minority, perfect
Paper like a lobotomy, the devil aside of me
The ghetto probably robberies cause of [?]
[?] part of me like the major arteries me
Till this day wonder my father be
Pardon me, this is hard to me, is a lottery
Played it to [?] pornography
It ain't to see like photography
sodomy, [?]
Got a to kill like Sean Connery
Street pharmacy harming these fake thugs wearing army fatigue