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 nigga roll, on the trigger low
Quick to lick a 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 like a Nautica, nailin' like carpenters
the hardest squadrons, spark 'em from New York to Arkansas
Watchin' the projects is how I got my
Economics is pickin' pockets, then we the profit
The only I pop is what my glock spit

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

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

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

Slammin MC's on
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 attitude in rap, Ju stay in the
I gotta eat, the only thing I'm 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 beat you till the police come
And tell who the fuck I got that Roly from

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

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

Slammin on cement, ugh

Common Sense, Common's ya
Picture a king with heater, holy book and big
Real nigga doin big interpreting dreams
Off the Jim Bean, ain't shit sweet for
My gods got the sewn to the inseam
I'm on the other side, trying to get

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

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

Don't give a fuck where he from he'll get beat a drum
Till this rap goes numb, seekin' the hot Medusa from
I strangle this string 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