Luyện nghe bài hát Real 92.3 Freestyle

1]
You never knew a plug, plug, plug, a like this
Sophisticated gangsta, watch me thug this
your, uh, in a club like this
Seven zeros, my pub like this
in a rock in a hard place
I am I won't bump y'all up, well, I am
I got to get my off
My style from Devin the Dude, Kurupt, 2
And James Brown with his fist
I fluctuate the vocals like Rogers
thought a billionaire come out of Compton?
Multiply simple logic, it's you can follow
If Dre motivation, I don't know who is
Gift and a curse, maybe them is too big
Or maybe I'm too pessimistic to I'm gifted
Chasin' hood rat brownie and bullshittin'
I dropped the on 'em, scrapin', hopped a four on 'em
Grab my and pour on 'em
Yeah, homie, I'm still talkin' that
out on my enemies, I know who to shoot
Back when my homies where I to be
Such a familiar sceneries, I 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 each
Faster an opposite color
Homies out everythin', you're dead, homie
It's your mother, uncle and brother
If God was a Loc, he'd probably had one
Damn, fucked up, I guess it is
When you can't trust not a 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 his phone ring
That fast dollar was his problem
No matter how many times I him the Eiffel Tower
The block was home and was too far for power
I knew

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

2]
This feelin' is
This feelin' is to you by adrenaline and good rap
Black ball cap
shatter, same synonym fall back
Been in it before had impacts
My innocence limited, the lacked
Ten of us with no tentative that cracked
The mind of a writer, but I did in fact
You admitted it once I submitted it wrapped in
Remember scribblin', diligent sentences backwards
Visitin' freestyle for your reaction
Now I can a stadium, pack it the fastest
Gamblin' Benjamin benefits, sittin' in
Spinnin' women in cartwheels, linen on fashion
Winnin' in every
Kendrick is and mastered it
it lovely how menace has turned attraction?
Pivotin' rappers, your fraction, runnin' pure magic
God for rap, I will say it got me a plaque
But better than that? I know everything
I know everything, I know
I morality, spirituality, good and beheld
I fatality 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 know bad religion, I know karma
I everything, I know history
I the universe works mentally
I know the of bullshit, that isn't meant for me
I know everything, I cars, clothes, hoes and money
I know loyalty, I know respect, I know those hungry
I know everything, the highs to to groupies and junkies
I know if I'm generous at heart, I don't need
The way I'm rewarded, well, God's decision
You know, they know that from School District
I give it to the kids, don't gossip how it was distributed
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 it well
Not to ever forget I realized I didn't know shit
Big Boy, up?

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 and you don't stop

3]
I don't give a buck 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 they talking 'bout, this here is 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 and huddle up
I'm stickin' to the 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 what the chronic smell like when them mix
Fifty-homie salute, I'm out to Compton Zoo the extras
El Cos, Monte Carlos, Road Kings and
Rip Ridaz, (?), Mexicans that eff me
Nobody can eff me, tell y'all to eff with me
out the Caddy, uh, just got my (?)
The little called
They said, "The enemies done up"
Oh, yeah? Punto want to squabble with me,
Oh, yeah? Tell 'em they can run it for the
Oh, Everythin' is everythin', it's scandalous
Slow motion for the ambulance, the filled with cameras
The LAPD gamblin', scramblin', numbers slanderin'
Homie's name on paper, you all summer
The streets don't fail me now, they want to put the game in
From Compton to Congress, set trippin' all around
Ain't new but a flow of new DemoCrips and ReBloodlicans
Red state a blue state, which one you governin'?
They us guns and drugs, call us thugs
Tell me they to fuck with you
Nobody can with you, Obama said, "What it do?"

Can I get one

4]
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 been since
Don't ask about no politician at shows
No, don't ask about my, uh, no, ask about my foes
'Less you askin' me power, yeah, I got a lot of it
I'm the only next to Snoop 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