Luyện nghe bài hát Slam Pit

"I'm hard to kill, for real, nigga guard your grill", Link
Yo, yo, Yo flip is how this nigga roll, finger on the trigger low
Quick to lick a shot for bigger pot of gold
Lock and load, my heavy metal rock and
If you gotta go you go, that's part of the show

My heart is like a Nautica, nailin' niggaz like carpenters
Stalkin' the hardest squadrons, spark 'em from New York to
Watchin' the is how I got my logic
is pickin' pockets, then we split the profit
The only shit I pop is what my spit

Watch for the cops, since we spark the
'Cause the blocks are hotter the fuckin' tropics
In topless bars, college with no bras
My whole squad got blow jobs, Godfather cigars

large like Scarface, parlayin' to far place
No car chasin', watchin' all the stars in space
and sound in my playground, with my tre pound
Got eighty rounds just in case, clowns wanna around

I lay it for them non believers
Them non achievin' niggaz that be leaders
But can never us
Y'all greet us if you ever see us
(Word up)
TS, Beatnuts, up but grab your motherfuckin' heaters

Slammin on cement
The beats, the
Got you froze like gun

It's the hard little pistol
It's the control freak, leave you with a whole in cheek
Worst attitude in rap, Ju in the streets
I eat, the only thing I'm playin is keeps

Your beats cost a lotta but they sound real cheap
You sound weak, anemic, like you get no
Fuckin' with me, you outta your Get outta your Jeep
Ya know I'm beat you till the police come
And niggaz who the fuck I got that Roly from

Les, yeah, ugh, what
Jump out the and let you know its over
And grab you with a and snap you in a coma
Drug you with my son, you'll never sober

While chicks on my Boeing on a leather sofa
Chillin' there, out billionaire
In war blastin' as I blast led through
Your Versace
What,

MC's on cement, ugh

Common Sense, Common's ya
Picture a king heater, holy book and big rings
Real nigga doin big things dreams
Off the Jim Bean, ain't shit for sixteens
My gods got the block sewn to the
I'm on the other side, trying to get

So I fash and trash that ass at a day
Warrin' with self I battle, the Eastern way
Bring heat like the months, east of May
Casket in the road and saw a new school knows the old

memory I hold the scroll, my flow is a road less traveled
You rock, but been through less
My mystique suggest battle and what you
Rip a nigga from New York to coast, Chicago

Don't a fuck where he from he'll get beat like a drum
this rap goes numb, seekin' the hot Medusa from circulation
I strangle this string music and suffocate a
Wanted to be a star I seen I was the sun/son
Got my up like Pun

Improvise to get ass, to get passed
Fuck a mic check, I my flow in cash