Luyện nghe bài hát Raw

Look dog, you never shine,
Unless you come up some better lines,
And use your own instead of mine.
So of rhyme,
You should go to the cemetary and dig own grave up ahead of time.
You wanna cop some I got the better kind.
The bunny straps n snatch the pat leather kind.
I be on ? where the pipers is,
'Cus i be baggin up in this piper crib,
Makin' dimes like 20's as big.
Man they fluffy pillows, put you right to bed.
of the real killers doin' life or dead.
I could but i'll hit you with the knife instead.
Or put red light on ya head,
and have led poppin' out the toaster like a of bread.
I can gats, Im on fire like candle wax,
My pockets like camel backs.
I got crack and packs of daddy,
If you a pothead or fiend scream at me!
And full is the team daddy,
You to get a mean sixteen then scream at me!
N*gga!

Ayo, the fam get chu backhand,
I rap man but i clap the gat jam.
And im a gat man, put tha mac wit the to ya earlobe,
You sniff scarecrows.
You hate Cass cus i make cash,
and i take cash, ya'll need to baths.
I at you dirty ass n*ggas,
Lil' cheap thirty dollar ass n*ggas.
You a bum b*tch cus you b*tch,
and when the pot come, you get a crumb b*tch.
You sound real on them mixtapes,
how you get cake 'cus you flip weight. (nah n*gga)
You tell jokes, you sell coke,
You wanna roast 'L's n inhale smoke.
You broke, be of yourself,
Get on ya and squeeze that thing on yourself!
I split domes if a get grown,
I grip crome, the piece on the hipbone. (homez)
I spit dope n*gga get poked?
I get coke from a spic on a boat.
I hug blocks and you not a 'ock,
But you get the picture till u get a mugshot.
If you a man, you a dead man,
I put led in man on ya headband.
'Cus i work, put in dumb work,
Slum work, and im nice the gun work.
Man my gun 'cus im like monday,
through sunday the gun play.
Come through a street with tha lil' wack jeep,
and imma clap heat and put ya on the back seat!
You cats is sweet and my cup of tea,
fuckin' G and Cass stay sucka free!