Luyện nghe bài hát Slow, Loud and Bangin'

(*talking*)
Shit, Z-Ro the Crooked, I y'all
waiting on this here, yeah 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 stress, still gotta get something
Off my chest, while these hoe niggas be doing
They be doing, I know though, shit fuck it
We gon stay two in a fo' do'

Slow Loud And Bangin', all in my
Trunk full of funk, I never been a punk
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 still a hoe
Letting niggas know, of the year
I my pen, and I get my point clear
Why niggas talk down, I don't know
take a trip to Akapoko, from the 4
With my 4-4 on my side, when I
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 missing shortage on the drank, I can't find no
Southwest to Southfese, bitch it's about 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 Deville
Looking gravy, real throwed
I'ma be the nigga, pulling over at the cross road
my K on my side, I'm ready to ride
And if I go, it'll be a homicide
Me and another nigga, on the way to the 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
I come around your corner, so slow
It'll be the nigga, in the damn
the rap lawing, jackers ain't barring
Why I skipped the slab, I went straight to foreign
Said it I said it, in the old school
niggas they be red, but Z-Ro blue
I come your corner, but I ain't set tripping
But I will, wet niggas and wet
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, rhyme so
I flicks my bar, sip then I on
Get on, the motherfucking
And when the laws hit the corner, I hit the
They wonder 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 don't need
I'ma keep going, I keep on just like the Nile
Million dolla mouthpiece, everytime I
Look and load a, ashtray
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, officer
a nigga wanna blow the badge, off of ya
Me and Dougie, my brother
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 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 what I mean
I be stacking up chips, like
Dark on a pump, just Calvin Kato
Loosen to the rocket, a like Comets
I don't a fuck, good punch a bitch nigga make him vomit
On the grind, I'ma a trip on Greyhound
I be on a plane, but the dope is on the ground
Headed to Charles, or headed to Lafayette
off in Alexandria, but I ain't finished yet
I make a hoe I-10, I sin
I, do it again
I get my ends, I'm in my Benz-e
Got these hoes round, in a friendse
I be busting full clips, till empty
A piece of potent pussy, tempt me
Rain is trying to send me, to the
The main reason why, I ain't
I'm wired up, but I on no damn slaughter
Dejaun in the back, and he got the
Recording everything, the 4's gon
Still pulling up, on Fondren and the
Looking lovely, got to look
I throw up 4, cause that's my hood
Never been a hoe, I'm hoes know
I get a fucking P-L-A-T, but first a G-O
L-D, a plack
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