Luyện nghe bài hát Slap Boxing

(Sean Price)
My son got a gun, I say shoot, where the gat'll spray
Make these niggaz go that a way, run
fab five is jumping, big knives, guns, bats and sticks
Fuck all that rapping
a fuck about your bar with the verse, put pa in a hearse
Best bet is your car in reverse
You can act up if you want, up in ya front
ya chest and ya back, skit left hooded laugh
Y'all niggaz do the row when I
fact use a gun when I rhyme, yo
I throw from the back of the rover
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 toast is retired,

(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 know who grind it is
Black beretta, special opt, that's kinda nine it is
Body the wax, first I grab 'em by the
Then I throw the sawed to back
Cold blooded, hearted, swing the mac retarded
My weed clientele, my crack market
Shawshank swangeler, monster track
cowboy, two hosters on my wrangler's
Barbarian, I'm a savage, street
Bullet street striking, faster than lightning
volcano, rain, hail, fire
Cuz misery sell millions, and sell hater
Fiend for the foam, my is indestructable
Niggaz like 'word, son, them niggaz cant fuck

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