Luyện nghe bài hát Slap Boxing

(Sean Price)
My son got a gun, I say shoot, that's where the gat'll
Make these faggot go that a way, run
Your fab five is jumping, big knives, guns, bats and
Fuck all that 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, clapped up in ya
Pull ya chest and ya back, skit left hooded
niggaz do the row when I rhyme
Matter fact use a gun I rhyme, yo
I throw shots the back of the rover
Bob Backlund, that tag on your sofa
Niggaz actin' like 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
body beat breaking, that's what kinda rhyme it is
Kingston Ave., you already know who it is
Black beretta, special opt, that's what nine it is
Body the wax, first I grab 'em by the
Then I the sawed shotty to back
Cold blooded, black hearted, swing the mac
My weed clientele, my crack market
Shawshank swangeler, track mangler
cowboy, two hosters 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 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 with your
Have your thoughts all over the in the park
Make a sound I talk
Shhhh, it is the greatest, MC
Niggaz hate but say it to me
They get chased in a
The moves you make in the
to get Jason to be like - damn
keep these away from the grease, please
Bad news, gun you die, yo
You good news, switch to Geico
A nigga fight me gettin his eye
And his shine stole, not you pa, your rhinestones
I don't know huh? Your jewelry corny
It's cornier than cream corn and your team
Ya whole fleet boring, born a heat seaking pistol
Locked on jaw piece
For talking that 'I can give and and see'
Boy like a phenomenon
That's why, some shit's like a feel arm my
It's 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
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!