Luyện nghe bài hát Slow, Loud and Bangin'

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

Slow And Bangin', all in my trunk
Trunk full of funk, I ain't 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 still a hoe
Letting know, everyday of the year
I pimp my pen, and I get my point
Why niggas wanna 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, old glory
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, bitch it's about war not bout
Nigga like me, I'm knocking out teeth
Know I'm saying, I'll loose your
A nigga coming down, in the Deville
Looking gravy, real throwed
I'ma be the nigga, pulling at the fucking cross road
With my K on my side, I'm to ride
And if I gotta go, be a homicide
Me and another nigga, on the way to the Golden
A nigga me, can't wait
Just to it, to another day
get the big pay off, so get the fuck out my way
When I come your corner, so slow
be the nigga, in the damn Polo
It's the rap lawing, jackers barring
Why I skipped the slab, when I went straight to
Said it I said it, in the old school
Some niggas be red, but Z-Ro blue
I come around your corner, but I ain't set
But I will, wet and wet women
With the calico, I had to let a motherfucker
That I around your corner, in a Lincoln four do'
A fox photo, cause I do it in a
Nigga watch out, cause that could be ass
I so long, rhyme so strong
I my bar, sip then I swoll on
Get on, the motherfucking
And when the hit the corner, I hit the fence
wonder where I went, they keep looking
I don't a fuck, like Tyson I keep hooking
Or maybe Lenox, I'm strong to the finish
I'm like the ghetto Popeye, but I need spinach
I'ma keep going, I on flowing just like the Nile
Million mouthpiece, everytime I smile
and load a, nigga ashtray
Everytime he smile, he can turn the to day
You can open up the pop, and let the smoke out
We don't give a damn, bout a ass cop
Crooked officer, officer
Make a nigga wanna the badge, off of ya
Me and Dougie, my motherfucking
R.I.P., to my mother
That's the Dorothy Marie Matthew
There's ten toes planted, in my motherfucking
I be a man, hope you understand
There's nothing but the work, and the in my hand
On a corner on the Ridgevan, and I'm a fiend
A real live B-Boy, and you know what I
I be up chips, like Lego
Dark on a pump, just Calvin Kato
to the rocket, a four-peat like Comets
I give a fuck, good punch a bitch nigga make him vomit
On the grind, take a trip on Greyhound
I be flying on a plane, but the is on the ground
Headed to Charles, or headed to Lafayette
off in Alexandria, but I ain't finished 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 running round, in a friendse
I be busting full clips, they empty
A piece of potent pussy, might me
is trying to send me, to the Penitentiary
The main reason why, I friendly
I'm wired up, but I on no damn slaughter
in the back, and he got the camcorder
Recording everything, the 4's gon
Still pulling up, on Fondren and the
Looking lovely, got to look
I throw up Ridgemont 4, that's my hood
Never been a hoe, I'm letting hoes
I gotta get a P-L-A-T, but first a G-O
L-D, a plack
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 with the