Luyện nghe bài hát Slap Boxing

(Sean Price)
My son got a gun, I say shoot, that's the gat'll spray
these faggot niggaz go that a way, run
Your fab is jumping, big knives, guns, bats and sticks
all that rapping shit
Give a fuck your bar with 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, skit hooded laugh
Y'all niggaz do the row when I
fact use a gun when I rhyme, yo
I throw shots from the back of the
Chickenwing Bob Backlund, that tag on your
Niggaz actin' they don't 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
body beat breaking, that's what kinda rhyme it is
Kingston Ave., you already know who it is
Black beretta, opt, that's 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 market
Shawshank swangeler, track mangler
Wild cowboy, two on my wrangler's
Barbarian, I'm a savage, street
Bullet street striking, faster grease lightning
Spit volcano, rain, hail,
Cuz misery sell millions, and pain sell
Fiend for the foam, my is indestructable
like 'word, son, them niggaz cant fuck with

(Rock)
Aiyo, I shake the ground I walk
I mean I the town when I walk
Flip pound and lay you for your thoughts
Lay you on the with your thoughts
Have your thoughts all over the ground in the
Make a sound when I
Shhhh, it is the greatest, MC
hate but don't say it to me
They get in a tree
The moves you make in the
Ready to get Jason to be - damn
keep these niggaz 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 shine stole, not you pa, your shit
Think I don't know huh? jewelry corny
cornier than cream corn and your team corny
Ya whole fleet boring, born with a heat 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
It's like the "Lifestyles of the and Famous"
Bitch, they get used to and stunt, they wanna give it the anus
And bring it down, now, wow, how
Fuck it, let 'em down on dick with sauerkraut
Whyle out, have it to the heaters, down South
Roundhouse, any bitch, you get caught in the Brown
Brownsville!