Luyện nghe bài hát Slam Pit

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

My heart is like a Nautica, nailin' niggaz like carpenters
Stalkin' the hardest squadrons, spark 'em 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 what my glock

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

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

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

Slammin on cement
The beats, the
Got you froze gun point

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

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 your
Ya know I'm beat you till the police come
And tell niggaz who the fuck I got Roly from

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

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

MC's on cement, ugh

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

So I fash and that ass at least a day
Warrin' self I battle, the Middle Eastern way
Bring like the months, that's east of May
Casket in the 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 battle and what you
Rip a nigga from New York to coast, Chicago

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

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