Luyện nghe bài hát Slap Boxing

(Sean Price)
My son got a gun, I say shoot, that's the gat'll spray
Make these faggot go that a way, run
fab five 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 throw your car in
You can act up if you want, up in ya front
Pull ya chest and ya back, skit left hooded
Y'all niggaz do the row I rhyme
fact use a gun when I rhyme, yo
I throw from the back of the rover
Chickenwing Bob Backlund, tag on your sofa
Niggaz actin' like they don't Sean, til I
Run up on 'em, 'em up with the fo'fo nam
Focus the fire, throw shots, hopin' you die
Alot the toast is retired, motherfucker

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

(Rock)
Aiyo, I shake the ground when I
I I shake the town when I walk
Flip and lay you down for your thoughts
Lay you on the ground your thoughts
Have your thoughts all over the ground in the
Make a when I talk
Shhhh, it is the greatest, MC
hate but don't say it to me
They get in a tree
The moves you in the piece
Ready to get Jason to be - damn
these 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
I don't know huh? Your jewelry corny
It's cornier than cream corn and your team
Ya whole fleet boring, born with a seaking pistol
on nigga jaw piece
For talking that 'I can and talk and see'
Boy like a phenomenon
That's why, some shit's like a feel arm my
It's like the "Lifestyles of the and Famous"
Bitch, they get used to rhyme and stunt, they give it the anus
And bring it down, now, wow, how
Fuck it, let 'em chow down on dick with
Whyle out, have it come to the heaters, down
Roundhouse, any bitch, you get caught in the Brown
Brownsville!