Luyện nghe bài hát Slam Pit

"I'm hard to kill, for real, nigga your grill", Cuban Link
Yo, yo, Yo flip is how this 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 part of the

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

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

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

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

Slammin 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 in your cheek
Worst in rap, Ju stay in the streets
I gotta eat, the only thing I'm is keeps

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

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

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

Slammin on cement, ugh

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

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

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

Don't give a fuck where he from he'll get like a drum
Till this rap goes numb, seekin' the hot Medusa circulation
I strangle this music and suffocate a drum
Wanted to be a 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