Luyện nghe bài hát Slow, Loud and Bangin'

(*talking*)
Shit, the Crooked, I know y'all
Been waiting on here, yeah shit
R.I.P. Big Mello, Screw, Mafio, Big Boo,
All the fallen soldiers man,
Eastside, Westside, Northside, I'm saying
All my partnas, all your partnas
But shit, I still stress, still gotta get something
Off my chest, while hoe niggas be doing what
be doing, I don't know though, shit fuck it
We gon two deep in a fo' do'

Slow And Bangin', all in my trunk
Trunk of funk, I ain't never been a punk
I on skunk, I blow on doja
Military minded, I'm a motherfucking
Out the streets, of the 4
Not no bitch, and say I ain't a hoe
Letting niggas know, of the year
I my pen, and I get my point clear
Why wanna talk down, I don't know
Gotta take a to Akapoko, from the 4
With my 4-4 on my side, I ride
Ready to do homicide, in a pine box
And I'm gone, nigga old
I'm H-Town to Cali, just like Ory
If I do a murder, the murder scene
No shortage on the drank, I can't find no lean
From Southwest to Southfese, it's about war not bout peace
Nigga like me, I'm bout knocking out
Know I'm saying, I'll loose your
A nigga coming down, in the Deville
Looking gravy, looking throwed
I'ma be the nigga, pulling over at the fucking road
my K on my side, I'm ready to ride
And if I gotta go, it'll be a
Me and another nigga, on the way to the Golden
A nigga like me, wait
Just to make it, to day
get the big pay off, so get the fuck out my way
When I around your corner, so slow
It'll be the nigga, in the Polo
It's the rap lawing, jackers barring
Why I skipped the slab, when I went to foreign
Said it like I it, in the old school
Some niggas they be red, but Z-Ro
I come your corner, but I ain't set tripping
But I will, wet and wet women
the calico, I had to let a motherfucker know
That I around your corner, in a Lincoln four do'
A fox photo, cause I do it in a
watch out, cause that could be your ass
I rhyme so long, so strong
I my bar, sip then I swoll on
Get on, the motherfucking
And the laws hit the corner, I hit the fence
They wonder where I went, keep looking
I don't give a fuck, like I keep hooking
Or maybe like Lenox, I'm to the finish
I'm like the Popeye, but I don't need spinach
I'ma keep going, I keep on flowing like the Nile
Million mouthpiece, everytime I smile
Look and load a, nigga
he smile, he can turn the night to day
You can up the pop, and let the smoke come out
We don't give a damn, a crooked ass cop
Crooked officer, crooked
Make a nigga blow the badge, off of ya
Me and Dougie, my brother
R.I.P., to my motherfucking
the Dorothy Marie McVay Matthew
There's ten toes planted, in my shoe
I be a man, hope you understand
nothing but the work, and the calico in my hand
On a on the Ridgevan, and I'm serving a fiend
A live B-Boy, and you know what I mean
I be stacking up chips, like
on a pump, just like Calvin Kato
Loosen to the rocket, a four-peat like
I don't give a fuck, good punch a bitch nigga him vomit
On the grind, I'ma a trip on Greyhound
I be flying on a plane, but the dope is on the
Headed to Lake Charles, or to Lafayette
Maybe off in Alexandria, but I ain't yet
I gotta a hoe I-10, I sin
Then I, do it
I get my ends, I'm in my Benz-e
Got these hoes running round, in a
I be busting full clips, till empty
A of potent pussy, might tempt me
is trying to send me, to the Penitentiary
The reason why, I ain't friendly
I'm wired up, but I ain't on no slaughter
Dejaun in the back, and he got the
everything, the 4's gon swang
Still pulling up, on Fondren and the
lovely, got to look good
I throw up Ridgemont 4, cause that's my
Never been a hoe, I'm hoes know
I gotta get a P-L-A-T, but first a G-O
L-D, a motherfucking
I keep it and simple like that, hit a bitch from the back
And I use my, motherfucking
Make her say ouch, when I hit her the mule