Luyện nghe bài hát Real 92.3 Freestyle

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You never knew a plug, plug, plug, a plug like
Sophisticated gangsta, watch me like this
Snatch your, uh, in a club this
Seven zeros, need my pub this
Stuck in a in a hard 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 the vocals like Prince Rogers
Whoever a billionaire come out of Compton?
Multiply simple logic, it's rules you can
If Dre ain't motivation, I know who is
Gift and a curse, maybe shoes is too big
Or maybe I'm too pessimistic to know I'm
Chasin' hood rat brownie and bullshittin'
I dropped the four on 'em, scrapin', hopped a on 'em
Grab my dick and 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
Such a sceneries, I smell the gun smoke
I watched a homie his son smoke
I the sun set on my set
I seen one 'Ru and one Loc, one slip and one played him
Everythin' to change
Nowadays, the Compton (?) kill other
than an opposite color
Homies whack out everythin', you're dead,
your mother, your uncle and brother
If God was a Loc, he'd probably had one
Damn, that's fucked up, I it is
When you trust not a soul inside these streets
I a video out there 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 dollar was his only problem
No matter how many I showed him the Eiffel Tower
The block was home and was too far for power
I knew

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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This feelin' is
This is brought to you by adrenaline and good rap
Black Pendleton cap
Windows shatter, same synonym back
in it before Internet had impacts
My innocence limited, the lacked
Ten of us with no tentative that cracked
The mind of a literate writer, but I did in
You admitted it once I it wrapped in plastic
Remember scribblin', diligent sentences backwards
Visitin' freestyle cyphers for your
Now I can visit a stadium, pack it the
Gamblin' Benjamin benefits, in traffic
Spinnin' women in cartwheels, fabric on fashion
in every decision
Kendrick is master and it
Isn't it how menace has turned attraction?
Pivotin' rappers, finish your fraction, 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 know fatality haunt you
I know everything, I Compton
I know street shit, I know that's conscience, I know everything
I lawyers, advertisement and sponsors
I know wisdom, I bad religion, I know good karma
I know everything, I know
I the universe works mentally
I know the perks of bullshit, that meant for me
I know everything, I know cars, clothes, hoes and
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 at heart, I don't need recognition
The way I'm rewarded, well, that's God's
You know, they know that from Compton School
I give it to the kids, don't 'bout 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 until I realized I didn't 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 give a buck no politics in rap
My little Stunna Deuce ain't never comin' back
So I got to go hard time I jump on wax
Bump what they talking 'bout, this is where it's at
Look, I came in this game, I stuck my in this game
I no chain in this game, my hood, my name in this game
Now I double up, to bubble up the bread and huddle up
I'm stickin' to the scripts like, "Yeah, 'em Benjamins can up"
I skip, hop, I drip-drop, I flip-flop with them white tube
It go sherm sticks, watch me burn
That's what the chronic like when them chemicals mix
Fifty-homie salute, I'm out to Compton Zoo with the
El Cos, Monte Carlos, Road Kings and
Rip Ridaz, (?), Mexicans that eff me
can eff with me, tell y'all to eff with me
Jumpin' out the Caddy, uh, got my (?)
The little homies
They said, "The done cliqued up"
Oh, yeah? Punto want to with me, vatio?
Oh, yeah? 'em they can run it for the cardio
Oh, Everythin' is everythin', it's scandalous
motion for the ambulance, the project filled with cameras
The LAPD gamblin', scramblin', numbers slanderin'
Homie's name on paper, you snitched all
The streets don't 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 of new DemoCrips and ReBloodlicans
Red state a blue state, which one you governin'?
They give us and drugs, call us thugs
Tell me profit to fuck with you
Nobody can with you, Obama 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 that they miss when hip hop was
Motherfuck if they did, a nigga'd be platinum
Y'all priorities bullshit, put energy in wrong
and Crown Vic, my memory been gone since
Don't ask about no politician at shows
No, ask about my, uh, no, don't ask about my foes
you askin' me about power, yeah, I got a lot of it
I'm the only nigga next to Snoop that can push the
Had the on standby
"K. Dot, what up? I heard they opened up box"
I box 'em all in, buyin' land