Luyện nghe bài hát Slam Pit

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

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

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

Live large like Scarface, parlayin' to far
No car chasin', watchin' all the stars in space
Safe and 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 wanna be leaders
But can beat 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

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

Your beats a lotta money but they sound real 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 niggaz who the fuck I got that Roly from

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

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

MC's on cement, ugh

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

So I fash and that ass at least a day
with self I battle, the Middle Eastern way
Bring heat like the months, east of May
Casket in the and saw a new school that knows 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 New York to west coast, Chicago

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

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