Luyện nghe bài hát Slap Boxing

(Sean Price)
My son got a gun, I say shoot, that's where the spray
these faggot niggaz go that a way, run
Your fab five is jumping, big knives, guns, and sticks
Fuck all rapping shit
Give a about your bar with the verse, put pa in a hearse
Best bet is throw car in reverse
You can act up if you want, clapped up in ya
Pull ya chest and ya back, left hooded laugh
niggaz do the row when I rhyme
Matter use a gun when I rhyme, yo
I throw shots from the of the rover
Chickenwing Bob Backlund, tag on your sofa
Niggaz like they don't know Sean, til I
Run up on 'em, smack 'em up with the nam
Focus the fire, throw shots, hopin' you die
Alot the toast is retired, motherfucker

(Rustee Juxx)
Yo, fucking with Juxx, you already know what it is
body beat breaking, that's what kinda rhyme it is
Kingston Ave., you know 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 sawed shotty to
blooded, black hearted, swing the mac retarded
My weed clientele, excel my crack
Shawshank swangeler, monster track
Wild cowboy, two on my wrangler's
Barbarian, I'm a savage, viking
Bullet street striking, faster than grease
Spit volcano, rain, hail,
Cuz misery millions, and pain sell hater
for the foam, my throne is indestructable
Niggaz like 'word, son, niggaz cant fuck with

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