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, 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, clapped up in ya
Pull ya and ya back, skit left hooded laugh
niggaz do the row when I rhyme
Matter fact use a gun I rhyme, yo
I throw shots from the of the rover
Chickenwing Bob Backlund, tag on your sofa
Niggaz actin' like they know Sean, til I
Run up on 'em, 'em up with the fo'fo nam
Focus the fire, throw shots, hopin' you die
after the toast is retired, motherfucker

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

(Rock)
Aiyo, I shake the ground when I
I I shake the town when I walk
Flip pound and lay you for your thoughts
Lay you on the with your thoughts
Have thoughts all over the ground in the park
a sound when I talk
Shhhh, it is the greatest, MC
Niggaz but don't say it to me
They get chased in a
The you make in the piece
Ready to get to be like - damn
keep these niggaz away the grease, please
Bad news, gun you die, yo
You want good news, switch to
A fight me gettin his eye closed
And his shine stole, not you pa, your shit
Think I don't huh? Your jewelry corny
cornier than cream corn and your team corny
Ya fleet boring, born with a heat seaking pistol
Locked on jaw piece
For talking that 'I can and talk and see'
Boy something like a
That's why, some shit's like a feel arm my
It's like the "Lifestyles of the and Famous"
Bitch, get used 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!