Luyện nghe bài hát Slap Boxing

(Sean Price)
My son got a gun, I say shoot, that's where the spray
Make faggot niggaz go that a way, run
Your fab is jumping, big knives, guns, bats and sticks
Fuck all rapping shit
a fuck about your bar with the verse, put pa in a hearse
Best bet is your car in reverse
You can act up if you want, clapped up in ya
Pull ya chest and ya back, skit left hooded
Y'all niggaz do the row I rhyme
Matter use a gun when I rhyme, yo
I throw shots the back of the rover
Bob Backlund, that tag on your sofa
Niggaz like they don't know Sean, til I
Run up on 'em, smack 'em up the fo'fo nam
Focus the fire, throw shots, hopin' you die
Alot after the is retired, motherfucker

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

(Rock)
Aiyo, I shake the ground I walk
I mean I shake the when I walk
Flip pound and lay you for your thoughts
Lay you on the ground with your
Have thoughts all over the ground in the park
Make a sound I talk
Shhhh, it is the greatest, MC
Niggaz but don't say it to me
They get chased in a
The moves you 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 gettin his eye
And his stole, not you pa, your shit rhinestones
Think I don't huh? Your jewelry corny
It's than cream corn and your team corny
Ya whole boring, born with a heat seaking pistol
on nigga jaw piece
For that 'I can give and talk and see'
Boy something like a
That's why, shit's like a feel arm my strong
It's the "Lifestyles of the Rich and Famous"
Bitch, they get to rhyme and stunt, they wanna give it the anus
And bring it down, now, wow, how
Fuck it, let 'em chow down on dick with
Whyle out, have it to the heaters, down South
Roundhouse, any bitch, you get caught in the Brown
Brownsville!