Luyện nghe bài hát Slap Boxing

(Sean Price)
My son got a gun, I say shoot, that's where the spray
Make these faggot go that a way, run
Your fab five is jumping, big knives, guns, bats and
all that rapping shit
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
Pull ya chest and ya back, skit hooded laugh
Y'all niggaz do the row when I
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 they know Sean, til I
Run up on 'em, 'em up with the fo'fo nam
the fire, throw shots, hopin' you die smokin'
Alot the toast is retired, motherfucker

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

(Rock)
Aiyo, I the ground when I walk
I mean I shake the town when I
Flip pound and lay you for your thoughts
Lay you on the ground with your
Have your thoughts all over the ground in the
Make a sound I talk
Shhhh, it is the greatest, MC
Niggaz but don't say it to me
They get in a tree
The you make in the piece
to get Jason to be like - damn
keep niggaz away from the grease, please
Bad news, gun you die, yo
You good news, switch to Geico
A nigga me gettin his eye closed
And his stole, not you pa, your shit rhinestones
Think I don't know huh? Your jewelry
It's cornier than corn and your team corny
Ya fleet boring, born with a heat seaking pistol
Locked on nigga jaw
For talking that 'I can give and and see'
Boy something like a
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 give it the anus
And it down, now, wow, how bout
Fuck it, let 'em chow on dick with sauerkraut
Whyle out, have it to the heaters, down South
Roundhouse, any bitch, you get caught in the Brown
Brownsville!