Luyện nghe bài hát Slap Boxing

(Sean Price)
My son got a gun, I say shoot, that's the gat'll spray
Make these faggot go that a way, run
Your fab five is jumping, big knives, guns, and sticks
all that rapping shit
Give a fuck about your bar the verse, put pa in a hearse
Best bet is throw car in reverse
You can act up if you want, up in ya front
Pull ya chest and ya back, left hooded laugh
Y'all niggaz do the row I rhyme
Matter use a gun when I rhyme, yo
I throw shots from the back of the
Chickenwing Bob Backlund, that tag on your
Niggaz actin' like they know Sean, til I
Run up on 'em, smack 'em up with the nam
Focus the fire, throw shots, you die smokin'
Alot after the is retired, motherfucker

(Rustee Juxx)
Yo, fucking with Juxx, you already know what it is
Hard body beat breaking, that's what rhyme it is
Kingston Ave., you already who grind it is
Black beretta, special opt, what kinda nine it is
Body the wax, I grab 'em by the neck
Then I throw the shotty to back
Cold blooded, black hearted, the mac retarded
My weed clientele, excel my crack
swangeler, monster track mangler
Wild cowboy, two hosters on my
Barbarian, I'm a savage, viking
Bullet street striking, than grease lightning
Spit volcano, rain, hail,
Cuz misery sell millions, and pain sell
for the foam, my throne is indestructable
Niggaz like 'word, son, them niggaz cant with

(Rock)
Aiyo, I shake the ground when I
I mean I shake the when I walk
Flip pound and lay you down for your
Lay you on the with your thoughts
Have thoughts all over the ground in the park
Make a when I talk
Shhhh, it is the greatest, MC
Niggaz hate but say it to me
They get chased in a
The moves you make in the
Ready to get to be like - damn
keep these niggaz away the grease, please
Bad news, gun you die, yo
You want news, switch to Geico
A nigga me gettin his eye closed
And his shine stole, not you pa, your shit
Think I don't know huh? Your corny
It's cornier than corn and your team corny
Ya whole fleet boring, born with a seaking pistol
Locked on nigga jaw
For talking that 'I can and talk and see'
Boy something a phenomenon
That's why, shit's like a feel arm my strong
like the "Lifestyles of the Rich and Famous"
Bitch, they get used to rhyme and stunt, they give it the anus
And it down, now, wow, how bout
Fuck it, let 'em chow down on dick sauerkraut
Whyle out, it come to the heaters, down South
Roundhouse, any bitch, you get caught in the Brown
Brownsville!