Luyện nghe bài hát Slow, Loud and Bangin'

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

Slow Loud And Bangin', all in my
Trunk full of funk, I ain't never been a
I blow on skunk, I on doja
Military minded, I'm a soldier
Out the streets, of the 4
Not no bitch, and say I ain't 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 a trip to Akapoko, from the 4
my 4-4 on my side, when 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, the murder scene
No missing on the drank, I can't find no lean
From Southwest to Southfese, bitch it's war not bout peace
Nigga me, I'm bout knocking out teeth
Know I'm saying, I'll loose grill
A nigga coming down, in the Coupe
gravy, looking real 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 nigga, on the way to the Golden Gate
A nigga me, can't wait
to make it, to another day
Gotta get the big pay off, so get the out my way
When I come your corner, so slow
It'll be the nigga, in the Polo
It's the rap lawing, jackers ain't
Why I skipped the slab, when I went straight to
it like I said it, in the old school
Some niggas they be red, but Z-Ro
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 know
That I come your corner, in a Lincoln four do'
A fox photo, cause I do it in a
Nigga watch out, cause could be your ass
I so long, rhyme 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 I went, they keep looking
I give a fuck, like Tyson I keep hooking
Or maybe like Lenox, I'm strong to the
I'm like the ghetto Popeye, but I don't need
I'ma keep going, I keep on flowing like the Nile
Million dolla mouthpiece, everytime I
Look and a, nigga ashtray
Everytime he smile, he can turn the to day
You can up the pop, and let the smoke come out
We give a damn, bout a crooked ass cop
Crooked officer, crooked
Make a nigga blow the badge, off of ya
Me and Dougie, my motherfucking
R.I.P., to my motherfucking
That's the Dorothy McVay Matthew
ten toes planted, in my motherfucking shoe
I gotta be a man, you understand
There's but the work, and the calico in my hand
On a on the Ridgevan, and I'm serving a fiend
A real live B-Boy, and you know I mean
I be stacking up chips, Lego
Dark on a pump, just like Calvin
Loosen to the rocket, a like Comets
I give a fuck, good punch a bitch nigga make him vomit
On the grind, I'ma take a trip on
I be on a plane, but the dope is on the ground
Headed to Lake Charles, or to Lafayette
off in Alexandria, but I ain't finished yet
I gotta a hoe I-10, I sin
I, do it again
I get my ends, I'm in my motherfucking
Got hoes running round, in a friendse
I be busting full clips, they empty
A piece of potent pussy, tempt 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
Recording everything, the 4's gon
Still pulling up, on and the Main
lovely, got to look good
I throw up Ridgemont 4, that's my hood
Never a hoe, I'm letting hoes 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