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

Slow And Bangin', all in my trunk
Trunk full of funk, I never 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 niggas know, of the year
I pimp my pen, and I get my point
Why niggas wanna talk down, I know
Gotta take a to Akapoko, from the 4
my 4-4 on my side, when 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 missing 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 your grill
A coming down, in the Coupe Deville
Looking gravy, real throwed
I'ma be the nigga, pulling over at the cross road
With my K on my side, I'm ready to
And if I gotta go, be a homicide
Me and another nigga, on the way to the Golden
A like me, can't wait
Just to make it, to day
Gotta get the big pay off, so get the out my way
When I come around corner, so slow
It'll be the nigga, in the Polo
It's the rap lawing, ain't barring
Why I skipped the slab, when I went to foreign
Said it like I said it, in the old
Some they be red, but Z-Ro blue
I come your corner, but I ain't set tripping
But I will, wet niggas and wet
With the calico, I had to let a know
That I come around your corner, in a Lincoln 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 my bar, sip then I swoll on
Get on, the motherfucking
And the laws 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 the ghetto Popeye, but I don't need spinach
keep going, I keep on flowing just like the Nile
Million dolla mouthpiece, I smile
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
officer, crooked officer
Make a nigga blow the badge, off of ya
Me and Dougie, my brother
R.I.P., to my motherfucking
the Dorothy Marie McVay Matthew
There's ten planted, in my motherfucking shoe
I be a man, hope you understand
nothing 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, like
Dark on a pump, just like Calvin
Loosen to the rocket, a like Comets
I don't give a fuck, punch a bitch nigga make him vomit
On the grind, I'ma a trip on Greyhound
I be flying on a plane, but the dope is on the
Headed to Lake Charles, or headed to
Maybe off in Alexandria, but I ain't yet
I gotta a hoe I-10, I sin
I, do it again
I get my ends, I'm in my Benz-e
Got hoes running round, in a friendse
I be full clips, till they 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 ain't on no damn
Dejaun in the back, and he got the
everything, the 4's gon swang
Still up, on Fondren and the Main
Looking lovely, got to look
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 plack
I it straight and simple like that, hit a bitch from the back
And I use my, tool
Make her say ouch, when I hit her with the