Luyện nghe bài hát Real 92.3 Freestyle

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You never a plug, plug, plug, a plug like this
Sophisticated gangsta, watch me like this
your, uh, in a club like this
Seven zeros, need my pub this
Stuck in a rock in a place
I am thinkin' I bump y'all up, well, I am
I got to get my off
My style come from the Dude, Kurupt, 2
And Brown with his fist crossed
I fluctuate the like Prince Rogers
Whoever thought a come out of Compton?
simple logic, it's rules you can follow
If Dre motivation, I don't know who is
and a curse, maybe them shoes is too big
Or maybe I'm too pessimistic to I'm gifted
Chasin' hood rat points and bullshittin'
I the four on 'em, scrapin', hopped a four on 'em
my dick and pour on 'em
Yeah, homie, I'm still that whoop-de-whoop
Hoppin' out on my enemies, I who to shoot
Back when my homies I need to be
Such a sceneries, I smell the gun smoke
I a homie watch his son smoke
I the sun set on my set
I seen one 'Ru and one Loc, one and one played him close
Everythin' subject to
Nowadays, the (?) kill each other
Faster than an color
Homies whack out everythin', you're dead,
It's your mother, uncle and brother
If God was a Loc, he'd had one comin'
Damn, that's up, I guess it is
When you can't trust not a soul these streets
I a video out there in Copenhagen, so the homies can see
To let 'em it's more than just Pamela Lee
said, "Good looking"
Paused the video the moment his ring
That fast dollar was his problem
No matter how times I showed him the Eiffel Tower
The was home and Africa was too far for power
Then I

And you don't and you and you don't
And you don't and you don't and you
And you don't and you and you don't
And you and you don't stop

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This feelin' is
This feelin' is to you by adrenaline and good rap
Black Pendleton cap
Windows shatter, synonym fall back
Been in it before Internet had
My innocence limited, the lacked
Ten of us with no tentative tactic that
The of a literate writer, but I did in fact
You it once I submitted it wrapped in plastic
Remember scribblin', scratchin' diligent sentences
freestyle cyphers for your reaction
Now I can a stadium, pack it the fastest
Benjamin benefits, sittin' in traffic
Spinnin' women in cartwheels, linen fabric on
Winnin' in every
Kendrick is master and it
Isn't it lovely how menace has turned
Pivotin' rappers, finish your fraction, runnin' pure
Thank God for rap, I will say it got me a
But what's better than that? I everything
I everything, I know myself
I morality, spirituality, good and beheld
I know might haunt you
I everything, I know Compton
I know street shit, I know that's conscience, I know everything
I know lawyers, advertisement and
I know wisdom, I bad religion, I know good karma
I know everything, I history
I know the universe works
I know the perks of bullshit, that isn't for me
I know everything, I cars, clothes, hoes and money
I know loyalty, I know respect, I those that's hungry
I know everything, the to lows to groupies and junkies
I know if I'm generous at heart, I don't recognition
The way I'm rewarded, well, God's decision
You know, they that from Compton School District
I give it to the kids, gossip 'bout how it was distributed
I, I, I know how work, I know the price of life
I know how much worth, I know what I know and I know it well
Not to ever forget until I I didn't know shit
Big Boy, up?

And you don't and you don't and you
And you don't and you don't and you
And you don't and you and you don't
And you don't and you don't

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I don't a buck about no politics in rap
My little homie Stunna Deuce ain't never comin'
So I got to go hard time I jump on wax
Bump what they 'bout, this here is where it's at
Look, I came in this game, I stuck my fangs in this
I wore no in this game, my hood, my name in this game
Now I double up, time to bubble up the bread and up
I'm stickin' to the scripts like, "Yeah, 'em Benjamins can up"
I skip, hop, I drip-drop, I flip-flop with white tube socks
It go sherm sticks, me burn this
That's what the chronic like when them chemicals mix
salute, I'm out to Compton Zoo with the extras
El Cos, Monte Carlos, Road Kings and
Rip Ridaz, (?), Mexicans eff with me
Nobody can eff me, tell y'all to eff with me
Jumpin' out the Caddy, uh, got my (?)
The homies called
They said, "The enemies done up"
Oh, Punto want to squabble with me, vatio?
Oh, Tell 'em they can run it for the cardio
Oh, yeah? Everythin' is everythin', scandalous
motion for the ambulance, the project filled with cameras
The LAPD gamblin', scramblin', football slanderin'
Homie's name on paper, you snitched all
The streets don't fail me now, they to put the game in town
From Compton to Congress, it's set all around
Ain't nothin' new but a flow of new and ReBloodlicans
Red state versus a blue state, one you governin'?
They give us guns and drugs, us thugs
Tell me profit to fuck with you
Nobody can fuck you, Obama said, "What it do?"

Can I get one

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Everybody want to talk about who and who that
Who the and who wack, who white or who black
want to mention that they miss when hip hop was rappin'
Motherfuck if did, then a nigga'd be platinum
Y'all priorities bullshit, put in wrong shit
Hennessy and Crown Vic, my memory gone since
Don't ask about no politician at award
No, don't ask about my, uh, no, don't ask my foes
you askin' me about power, yeah, I got a lot of it
I'm the only next to Snoop that can push the button
Had the Coast on
"K. Dot, what up? I they opened up Pandora's box"
I box 'em all in, buyin' stock