Luyện nghe bài hát Slam Pit

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

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

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

Live like Scarface, parlayin' to far place
No car chasin', she's watchin' all the stars in
Safe and sound in my playground, with my tre
Got eighty rounds in case, clowns wanna play around

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

MC's 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 your
attitude in rap, Ju stay in the streets
I gotta eat, the thing I'm playin is keeps

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

Les, yeah, ugh, what
Jump out the Rover and let you know its
And you with a crowbar and snap you in a coma
Drug you with my music son, you'll sober

While your chicks on my on a leather sofa
Chillin' there, iced out
In war blastin' as I blast led through
Versace wardrobe
What,

Slammin on cement, ugh

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

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

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

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

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