Luyện nghe bài hát Slam Pit

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

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

Watch for the cops, we spark the chocolate
'Cause the blocks are hotter than the fuckin'
In bars, college girls with no bras
My squad got blow jobs, smokin' Godfather cigars

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

I lay it for them non believers
Them non achievin' that wanna be leaders
But can beat us
Y'all better greet us if you see us
(Word up)
TS, Beatnuts, double up but grab your heaters

Slammin MC's on
The beats, the
Got you froze like gun

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

Your beats cost a lotta money but they sound cheap
You sound weak, anemic, you get no sleep
Fuckin' me, you outta your mind? Get outta your Jeep
Ya know I'm gonna beat you till the police
And tell niggaz who the 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 music son, you'll never

While your chicks on my Boeing on a sofa
there, iced out billionaire
In war blastin' as I blast led through
Your wardrobe
What,

MC's on cement, ugh

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

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

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

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

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