Luyện nghe bài hát Real 92.3 Freestyle

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You knew a plug, plug, plug, a plug like this
gangsta, watch me thug like this
Snatch your, uh, in a like this
zeros, need my pub like this
Stuck in a rock in a place
I am I won't 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 Rogers
Whoever thought a billionaire come out of
Multiply simple logic, it's rules you can
If Dre ain't motivation, I don't who is
Gift and a curse, maybe them is too big
Or I'm too pessimistic to know I'm gifted
Chasin' rat brownie points and bullshittin'
I the four on 'em, scrapin', hopped a four on 'em
Grab my and pour on 'em
Yeah, homie, I'm still talkin' that
Hoppin' out on my enemies, I who to shoot
Back when my where I need to be
a familiar sceneries, I smell the gun smoke
I a homie watch his son smoke
I the sun set on my set
I one 'Ru and one Loc, one slip and one played him close
subject to change
Nowadays, the Compton (?) kill other
than an opposite color
Homies whack out everythin', you're dead,
It's mother, your uncle and brother
If God was a Loc, he'd probably had one
Damn, that's up, I guess it is
When you can't not a soul inside these streets
I made a video out in Copenhagen, so the homies can see
To let 'em know it's more just Pamela Lee
said, "Good looking"
Paused the video the his phone ring
That fast dollar was his problem
No how many times 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 and you don't and you don't
And you don't and you don't and you
And you don't and you stop

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This feelin' is
This feelin' is to you by adrenaline and good rap
Pendleton ball 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 admitted it once I submitted it in plastic
Remember scribblin', scratchin' diligent backwards
Visitin' cyphers for your reaction
Now I can visit a stadium, it the fastest
Benjamin benefits, sittin' in traffic
Spinnin' women in cartwheels, linen on fashion
Winnin' in every
Kendrick is master and it
Isn't it how menace has turned attraction?
Pivotin' rappers, finish fraction, runnin' pure magic
God for rap, I will say it got me a plaque
But what's than that? I know everything
I know everything, I know
I know morality, spirituality, and beheld
I know fatality might you
I know everything, I know
I street shit, I know shit that's conscience, I know everything
I know lawyers, advertisement and
I know wisdom, I know bad religion, I good karma
I everything, I know history
I know the universe mentally
I know the of bullshit, that isn't meant for me
I know everything, I know cars, clothes, hoes and
I loyalty, I know respect, I know those that's hungry
I know everything, the highs to lows to 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 know that from Compton School
I it to the kids, don't gossip 'bout how it was distributed
I, I, I know how people work, I 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 realized I didn't know
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 and you don't and you don't
And you and you don't stop

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I give a buck about no politics in rap
My little homie Stunna Deuce ain't comin' back
So I got to go hard every I jump on wax
Bump what they 'bout, this here is where it's at
Look, I came in game, I stuck my fangs in this game
I wore no in this game, my hood, my name in this game
Now I double up, time to bubble up the and huddle up
I'm to the scripts like, "Yeah, 'em Benjamins can cuddle up"
I skip, hop, I drip-drop, I flip-flop with white tube socks
It go sherm sticks, me burn this
That's the chronic smell like when them chemicals mix
Fifty-homie salute, I'm out to Zoo with the extras
El Cos, Monte Carlos, Kings and dressers
Rip Ridaz, (?), that eff with me
Nobody can eff with me, tell y'all to eff me
Jumpin' out the Caddy, uh, got my (?)
The little homies
They said, "The enemies done up"
Oh, yeah? Punto want to squabble me, vatio?
Oh, yeah? 'em they can run it for the cardio
Oh, Everythin' is everythin', it's scandalous
Slow motion for the ambulance, the project with cameras
The LAPD gamblin', scramblin', football numbers
name on paper, you snitched all summer
The streets fail me now, they want to put the game in town
Compton to Congress, it's set trippin' all around
Ain't nothin' new but a flow of new and ReBloodlicans
Red state versus a state, which one you governin'?
give us guns and drugs, call us thugs
Tell me profit to fuck with you
can fuck with you, Obama said, "What it do?"

Can I get one

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