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
Fuck all that rapping
Give a fuck about bar with the verse, put pa in a hearse
Best bet is throw your car in
You can act up if you want, clapped up in ya
ya chest and ya back, skit left hooded laugh
Y'all do the row when I rhyme
Matter fact use a gun I rhyme, yo
I throw shots from the back of the
Bob Backlund, that tag on your sofa
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 toast is retired,

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

(Rock)
Aiyo, I the ground when I walk
I mean I the town when I walk
Flip and lay you down for your thoughts
Lay you on the ground with your
Have your thoughts all over the ground in the
a sound when I talk
Shhhh, it is the greatest, MC
Niggaz but don't say it to me
get chased in a tree
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 stole, not you pa, your shit rhinestones
Think I don't know Your jewelry corny
cornier than cream corn and your team corny
Ya whole fleet boring, born with a heat pistol
on nigga jaw piece
For that 'I can give and talk and see'
Boy like a phenomenon
That's why, some shit's like a arm my strong
like the "Lifestyles of the Rich and Famous"
Bitch, they get used to rhyme and stunt, they wanna it the anus
And bring it down, now, wow, how
Fuck it, let 'em down on dick with sauerkraut
Whyle out, have it come to the heaters, down
Roundhouse, any bitch, you get caught in the Brown
Brownsville!