Luyện nghe bài hát Raw

Look dog, you will shine,
Unless you up with some better lines,
And use your own instead of mine.
So of rhyme,
You should go to the and dig your own grave up ahead of time.
You cop some Jordans? I got the better kind.
The bugs bunny straps n snatch the pat kind.
I be on ? pipe where the is,
'Cus i be baggin up white in this crib,
Makin' like 20's twice as big.
Man they like pillows, put you right to bed.
Most of the real killers life or dead.
I could but i'll hit you with the knife instead.
Or put red light on ya head,
and led poppin' out the toaster like a slice of bread.
I can gats, Im on fire like candle wax,
My pockets like camel backs.
I got crack and of green daddy,
If you a pothead or just scream at me!
And full surface is the daddy,
You tryin' to get a mean sixteen then at me!
N*gga!

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