Luyện nghe bài hát Slap Boxing

(Sean Price)
My son got a gun, I say shoot, that's where the gat'll
these faggot niggaz go that a way, run
Your fab is jumping, big knives, guns, bats and sticks
all that rapping shit
Give a about your bar with the verse, put pa in a hearse
Best bet is throw your car in
You can act up if you want, up in ya front
Pull ya and ya back, skit left hooded laugh
Y'all 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, that tag on your
Niggaz actin' like they know Sean, til I
Run up on 'em, smack 'em up the fo'fo nam
Focus the fire, throw shots, you die smokin'
Alot after the toast is retired,

(Rustee Juxx)
Yo, with Juxx, you already know what crime it is
Hard body beat breaking, that's kinda rhyme it is
Kingston Ave., you know who grind it is
Black beretta, special opt, that's what kinda it is
Body the wax, I grab 'em by the neck
Then I throw the sawed shotty to
Cold blooded, black hearted, the mac retarded
My weed clientele, excel my market
swangeler, monster track mangler
Wild cowboy, two on my wrangler's
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 fuck with

(Rock)
Aiyo, I shake the ground when I
I mean I the town when I walk
Flip pound and lay you for your thoughts
Lay you on the ground your thoughts
your 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
get chased in a tree
The you make in the piece
Ready to get Jason to be - damn
keep niggaz away from the grease, please
Bad news, gun you die, yo
You want news, switch to Geico
A nigga fight me his eye closed
And his stole, not you pa, your shit rhinestones
Think I don't know Your jewelry corny
It's cornier cream corn and your team corny
Ya whole boring, born with a heat seaking pistol
Locked on nigga jaw
For talking that 'I can give and talk and
Boy like a phenomenon
That's why, 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, they give it the anus
And bring it down, now, wow, how
it, let 'em chow down on dick with sauerkraut
Whyle out, it come to the heaters, down South
Roundhouse, any bitch, you get caught in the Brown
Brownsville!