Luyện nghe bài hát Slam Pit

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

My heart is cold 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 pockets, then we split the profit
The shit I pop is what my glock spit

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

Live like Scarface, parlayin' to far place
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 for them non believers
Them non achievin' niggaz that wanna be
But can beat us
Y'all better greet us if you see us
(Word up)
TS, Beatnuts, double up but grab your heaters

MC's on cement
The beats, the
Got you froze like gun

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 I'm playin is keeps

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

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

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

MC's on cement, ugh

Common Sense, tellin ya
Picture a king with heater, holy and big rings
Real nigga 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 other side, to get green

So I fash and trash that ass at a day
Warrin' with self I battle, the Eastern way
heat like the months, that's east of May
Casket in the road and saw a new school that the old

This memory I hold the scroll, my flow is a road less
You rock, but been less gravel
My mystique suggest battle and what 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 this string music and suffocate a drum
Wanted to be a star till I I was the sun/son
Got my weight up Pun

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