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

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

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

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

I lay it down for them non
non achievin' niggaz that 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 MC's on
The beats, the
Got you froze gun point

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

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

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

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

Slammin on cement, ugh

Common Sense, tellin ya
a king with heater, holy book and big rings
Real nigga big things interpreting dreams
Off the Jim Bean, shit 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
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 hold the scroll, my is a road less traveled
You rock, but been through less
My mystique suggest battle and have you
Rip a nigga New York to west coast, Chicago

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

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