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 soldiers man, Southside
Eastside, Westside, Northside, I'm saying
All my partnas, all your dead
But shit, I still feel stress, still get something
Off my chest, while these hoe be doing what
be doing, I don't know though, shit fuck it
We gon two deep in a fo' do'

Slow Loud And Bangin', all in my
full of funk, I ain't never been a punk
I blow on skunk, I blow on
Military minded, I'm a soldier
Out the streets, of the 4
Not no bitch, and say I still a hoe
Letting know, everyday of the year
I my pen, and I get my point clear
Why niggas wanna talk down, I don't
take a trip to Akapoko, from the 4
With my 4-4 on my side, I ride
Ready to do another homicide, in a box
And I'm gone, old glory
I'm H-Town to Cali, just like Ory
If I do a murder, flee the scene
No missing shortage on the drank, I can't no lean
From Southwest to Southfese, bitch about war not bout peace
Nigga like me, I'm bout out teeth
Know I'm saying, loose your grill
A nigga coming down, in the Deville
gravy, looking real throwed
I'ma be the nigga, pulling at the fucking cross road
my K on my side, I'm ready to ride
And if I gotta go, be a homicide
Me and nigga, on the way to the Golden Gate
A nigga like me, wait
Just to it, to another day
get the big pay off, so get the fuck out my way
When I around 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 like I said it, in the old
niggas they be red, but Z-Ro blue
I around 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, I do it in a flash
Nigga watch out, cause could be your ass
I rhyme so long, so strong
I flicks my bar, sip then I on
Get on, the bench
And the laws hit the corner, I hit the fence
They wonder where I went, they looking
I don't give a fuck, like Tyson I keep
Or maybe Lenox, I'm strong to the finish
I'm the ghetto Popeye, but I don't need spinach
I'ma keep going, I keep on flowing like the Nile
Million dolla mouthpiece, everytime I
Look and load a, nigga
he smile, he can turn the night to day
You can open up the pop, and let the smoke out
We give a damn, bout a crooked ass cop
Crooked officer, officer
Make a nigga blow the badge, off of ya
Me and Dougie, my brother
R.I.P., to my mother
the Dorothy Marie McVay Matthew
There's ten toes planted, in my shoe
I gotta be a man, hope you
There's nothing but the work, and the in my hand
On a on the Ridgevan, and I'm serving a fiend
A real live B-Boy, and you know what I
I be stacking up chips, Lego
Dark on a pump, just Calvin Kato
Loosen to the rocket, a four-peat Comets
I don't give a fuck, good punch a nigga make him vomit
On the grind, I'ma take a 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 make a hoe I-10, I sin
I, do it again
I get my ends, I'm in my motherfucking
Got these hoes round, in a friendse
I be busting clips, till they empty
A piece of potent pussy, might me
Rain is trying to me, to the Penitentiary
The reason why, I ain't friendly
I'm up, but I ain't on no damn slaughter
Dejaun in the back, and he got the
everything, the 4's gon swang
Still up, on Fondren and the Main
lovely, got to look good
I throw up Ridgemont 4, cause that's my
Never been a hoe, I'm letting know
I gotta get a fucking P-L-A-T, but a G-O
L-D, a motherfucking
I keep it straight and simple like that, hit a bitch the back
And I use my, tool
Make her say ouch, I hit her with the mule