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
to lick a shot for that bigger pot of gold
Lock and load, my heavy rock and rolls
If you gotta go you gotta go, that's of the show

My heart is cold a Nautica, nailin' niggaz like carpenters
the hardest squadrons, spark 'em from New York to Arkansas
Watchin' the is how I got my logic
is pickin' 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 than the fuckin'
In topless bars, college with no bras
My squad got blow jobs, smokin' Godfather cigars

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

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

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

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

Your beats cost a lotta money but they sound cheap
You weak, anemic, like you get no sleep
Fuckin' with me, you outta your Get outta your Jeep
Ya know I'm gonna beat you the police come
And tell who the fuck 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 son, you'll never sober

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

MC's on cement, ugh

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

So I fash and that ass at least a day
Warrin' with I battle, the Middle Eastern way
Bring like the months, that's east of May
in the road 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 less gravel
My suggest 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
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 up like Pun

Improvise to get ass, to get passed
Fuck a mic check, I bring my in cash