Luyện nghe bài hát Real 92.3 Freestyle

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You never knew a plug, plug, plug, a like this
gangsta, watch me thug like this
Snatch your, uh, in a club like
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 come from Devin the Dude, Kurupt, 2
And James Brown with his crossed
I fluctuate the vocals like Prince
Whoever thought a come out of Compton?
simple logic, it's rules you can follow
If Dre ain't motivation, I know who is
Gift and a curse, maybe them is too big
Or maybe I'm too to know I'm gifted
Chasin' rat brownie points and bullshittin'
I dropped the four on 'em, scrapin', hopped a on 'em
my dick and pour on 'em
Yeah, homie, I'm still talkin' whoop-de-whoop
out on my enemies, I know who to shoot
Back when my homies I need to be
a familiar sceneries, I smell the gun smoke
I watched a homie watch his son
I the sun set on my set
I seen one 'Ru and one Loc, one slip and one played him
Everythin' subject to
Nowadays, the Compton (?) kill other
Faster an opposite color
Homies whack out everythin', dead, homie
your mother, your uncle and brother
If God was a Loc, he'd probably had one
Damn, that's fucked up, I it is
you can't trust not a soul inside these streets
I made a out there in Copenhagen, so the homies can see
To let 'em know it's more than Pamela Lee
said, "Good looking"
Paused the video the moment his phone
fast dollar was his only problem
No matter how many I showed him the Eiffel Tower
The block was home and Africa was too far for
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 don't and you stop

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This feelin' is
feelin' is brought 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 experience
Ten of us with no tentative tactic cracked
The mind of a literate writer, but I did in
You admitted it once I submitted it wrapped in
Remember scribblin', diligent sentences backwards
Visitin' freestyle cyphers for reaction
Now I can visit a stadium, 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 attraction?
rappers, finish your fraction, runnin' pure magic
Thank God for rap, I say it got me a plaque
But what's better than that? I everything
I know everything, I myself
I know morality, spirituality, good and
I fatality might haunt you
I know everything, I Compton
I know shit, I know shit that's conscience, I know everything
I know lawyers, advertisement and
I know wisdom, I bad religion, I know good karma
I everything, I know history
I the universe works mentally
I know the perks of bullshit, that meant for me
I know everything, I know cars, clothes, and money
I loyalty, I know respect, I know those that's hungry
I know everything, the highs to lows to groupies and
I if I'm generous at heart, I don't need recognition
The way I'm rewarded, well, that's God's
You know, they know that Compton School District
I give it to the kids, don't gossip 'bout how it was
I, I, I know how people work, I know the price of
I know how much it's worth, I know what I know and I know it
Not to ever forget until I realized I didn't know
Big Boy, up?

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

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

Can I get one

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Everybody want to about who this and who that
Who the realest and who wack, who or who black
Critics want to mention they miss when hip hop was rappin'
Motherfuck if they did, then a nigga'd be
Y'all priorities bullshit, put energy in wrong
Hennessy and Crown Vic, my memory been gone
Don't ask about no at award shows
No, don't ask about my, uh, no, don't ask my foes
'Less you me about power, yeah, I got a lot of it
I'm the only nigga next to Snoop that can the button
Had the on standby
"K. Dot, up? I heard they opened up Pandora's box"
I box 'em all in, buyin' land