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 nigga roll, finger on the trigger low
Quick to lick a for that bigger 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, niggaz like carpenters
Stalkin' the 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 shit I pop is what my glock spit

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

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

I lay it for them non believers
Them non achievin' that wanna be leaders
But can never us
better greet us if you ever see us
(Word up)
TS, Beatnuts, double up but grab your motherfuckin'

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 in your cheek
Worst attitude in rap, Ju in the streets
I gotta eat, the only 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 Jeep
Ya know I'm gonna beat you the police come
And tell niggaz who the I got that Roly from

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

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

MC's on cement, ugh

Common Sense, tellin ya
Picture a king with heater, holy book and big
Real nigga doin big 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 and trash that ass at least 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 knows the old

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

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

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