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 style from Devin the Dude, Kurupt, 2
And James Brown his fist crossed
I fluctuate the vocals like Rogers
Whoever thought a billionaire out of Compton?
Multiply logic, it's rules you can follow
If Dre motivation, I don't know who is
Gift and a curse, maybe them is too big
Or I'm too pessimistic to know I'm gifted
Chasin' hood rat brownie and bullshittin'
I dropped the four on 'em, scrapin', a four on 'em
Grab my 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 where I need to be
a familiar 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 him close
Everythin' to change
Nowadays, the (?) kill each other
than an opposite color
Homies out everythin', you're dead, homie
It's your mother, your uncle and
If God was a Loc, he'd had one comin'
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 moment his phone
That fast was his only problem
No matter how times I showed him the Eiffel Tower
The block was 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 is unmatched
This feelin' is brought to you by and good rap
Pendleton ball cap
Windows shatter, same fall back
Been in it Internet 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 I submitted it wrapped in plastic
Remember scribblin', scratchin' diligent backwards
Visitin' freestyle cyphers for your
Now I can a stadium, pack it the fastest
Benjamin benefits, sittin' in traffic
Spinnin' women in cartwheels, linen on fashion
Winnin' in decision
is master and mastered it
Isn't it lovely how has turned attraction?
Pivotin' rappers, your fraction, runnin' pure magic
Thank God for rap, I say it got me a plaque
But better than that? I know everything
I everything, I know myself
I know morality, spirituality, and beheld
I know fatality haunt you
I everything, I know Compton
I know street shit, I know shit that's conscience, I everything
I lawyers, advertisement and sponsors
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, isn't meant for me
I everything, I know 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 if I'm generous at heart, I don't need recognition
The way I'm rewarded, well, that's decision
You know, they know 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 it's worth, I know what I know and I know it
Not to ever forget until I realized I know shit
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 and you don't and you don't
And you and you don't stop

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I don't give a about no politics in rap
My little Stunna Deuce ain't never comin' back
So I got to go hard every 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 game
I no chain in this game, my hood, my name in this game
Now I double up, time to 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 this
That's what the chronic smell like when them 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
can eff with me, tell y'all to eff with me
Jumpin' out the Caddy, uh, got my (?)
The homies called
They said, "The enemies cliqued up"
Oh, yeah? Punto want to with me, vatio?
Oh, yeah? Tell 'em they can run it for the
Oh, yeah? is everythin', it's scandalous
Slow motion for the ambulance, the project filled with
The LAPD gamblin', scramblin', football numbers
Homie's name on paper, you snitched all
The streets don't fail me now, want to put the game in town
From to Congress, it's set trippin' all around
Ain't nothin' new but a flow of new DemoCrips and
Red state versus a state, which one you governin'?
They us guns and drugs, call 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 this and who
Who the and who wack, who white or who black
Critics want to mention that they miss when hip hop was
Motherfuck if they did, a nigga'd be platinum
priorities bullshit, put energy in wrong shit
Hennessy and Crown Vic, my memory been since
ask about no politician at award shows
No, don't ask about my, uh, no, ask about my foes
'Less you 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