Luyện nghe bài hát Slow, Loud and Bangin'

(*talking*)
Shit, the Crooked, I know y'all
waiting on this here, yeah shit
R.I.P. Big Mello, Screw, Mafio, Big Boo,
All the fallen man, Southside
Eastside, Westside, Northside, I'm saying
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 though, shit fuck it
We gon stay two 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 on doja
Military minded, I'm a motherfucking
Out the streets, of the 4
Not no bitch, and say I ain't a hoe
niggas know, everyday of the year
I pimp my pen, and I get my clear
Why niggas talk down, I don't know
take a trip 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 Robert 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 out teeth
Know I'm saying, I'll loose grill
A coming down, in the Coupe 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 another nigga, on the way to the Golden
A nigga me, can't wait
Just to make it, to day
get the big pay off, so get the fuck out my way
When I come your corner, so slow
It'll be the nigga, in the damn
the rap lawing, jackers ain't barring
Why I skipped the slab, when I went straight to
Said it like I said it, in the old
Some niggas be red, but Z-Ro blue
I come around your corner, but I ain't set
But I will, wet niggas and wet
With the calico, I had to let a 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, rhyme so
I flicks my bar, sip I swoll on
Get on, the bench
And the laws hit the corner, I hit the fence
They wonder I went, they keep looking
I don't a fuck, like Tyson I keep hooking
Or maybe like Lenox, I'm strong to the
I'm the ghetto Popeye, but I don't need spinach
I'ma keep going, I keep on just like the Nile
dolla mouthpiece, everytime I smile
Look and load a, ashtray
Everytime he smile, he can turn the to day
You can open up the pop, and let the come out
We don't give a damn, a crooked ass cop
Crooked officer, officer
Make a nigga wanna the badge, off of ya
Me and Dougie, my motherfucking
R.I.P., to my motherfucking
That's the Dorothy Marie McVay
There's ten toes planted, in my motherfucking
I gotta be a man, you understand
There's but the work, and the calico in my hand
On a corner on the Ridgevan, and I'm serving a
A real live B-Boy, and you what I mean
I be stacking up chips, Lego
Dark on a pump, just like Kato
Loosen to the rocket, a four-peat 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 Lake Charles, or headed to
Maybe off in Alexandria, but I finished yet
I gotta a hoe I-10, I sin
Then I, do it
I get my ends, I'm in my motherfucking
Got these hoes running round, in a
I be busting full clips, they empty
A piece of potent pussy, tempt me
Rain is to send me, to the Penitentiary
The main why, I ain't 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 up, on Fondren and the Main
lovely, got to look good
I up Ridgemont 4, cause that's my hood
Never been a hoe, I'm 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 from the back
And I use my, tool
Make her say ouch, when I hit her with the