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 gotta go you go, that's part of the show

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

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

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

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

MC's on cement
The beats, the
Got you like gun point

It's the little pistol packin'
It's the control freak, leave you with a whole in your
Worst in rap, Ju stay in the streets
I gotta eat, the only thing I'm 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 the police come
And tell who the fuck I got that Roly from

Psycho Les, yeah, ugh,
Jump out the Rover and let you know its
And grab you with a crowbar and snap you in a
you with my music son, you'll never sober

While your chicks on my on a leather sofa
there, iced out billionaire
In war clothes blastin' as I blast led
Your Versace
What,

MC's on cement, ugh

Common Sense, tellin ya
a king with heater, holy book and big rings
Real nigga doin big interpreting dreams
Off the Jim Bean, shit sweet for sixteens
My gods got the block to the inseam
I'm on the other side, trying to get

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

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

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

Improvise to get ass, emphasize to get
Fuck a mic check, I bring my flow in