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
all that rapping shit
Give a about your bar with the verse, put pa in a hearse
bet is throw your car in reverse
You can act up if you want, clapped up in ya
ya chest and ya back, skit left hooded laugh
Y'all niggaz do the row I rhyme
Matter use a gun when I rhyme, yo
I throw shots the back of the rover
Chickenwing Bob Backlund, that tag on sofa
Niggaz actin' they don't know Sean, til I
Run up on 'em, smack 'em up the fo'fo nam
Focus the fire, throw shots, you die smokin'
after the toast is retired, motherfucker

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

(Rock)
Aiyo, I shake the ground I walk
I I shake the town when I walk
Flip pound and lay you down for thoughts
Lay you on the with your thoughts
Have your thoughts all the ground in the park
a sound when I talk
Shhhh, it is the greatest, MC
Niggaz hate but 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 away the grease, please
Bad news, gun you die, yo
You want good news, to Geico
A fight me gettin his eye closed
And his shine stole, not you pa, your shit
I don't know huh? Your jewelry corny
It's than 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 and see'
Boy something like a
That's why, some shit's 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 bring it down, now, wow, how
it, let 'em chow down on dick with sauerkraut
Whyle out, have it come to the heaters, down
Roundhouse, any bitch, you get in the Brown Brown
Brownsville!