Luyện nghe bài hát Slow, Loud and Bangin'

(*talking*)
Shit, Z-Ro the Crooked, I y'all
Been waiting on 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 hoe niggas be doing what
They be doing, I don't know though, fuck it
We gon two deep in a fo' do'

Slow And Bangin', all in my trunk
Trunk full of funk, I ain't never 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 still a hoe
niggas know, everyday of the year
I pimp my pen, and I get my clear
Why wanna talk down, I don't know
Gotta take a trip to Akapoko, the 4
With my 4-4 on my side, when I
to do another homicide, in a pine box
And I'm gone, nigga old
I'm H-Town to Cali, like Robert Ory
If I do a murder, flee the scene
No shortage on the drank, I can't find no lean
From Southwest to Southfese, it's about war not bout peace
like me, I'm bout knocking out teeth
Know I'm saying, I'll loose your
A coming down, in the Coupe Deville
Looking gravy, looking real
I'ma be the nigga, pulling over at the fucking cross
With my K on my side, I'm ready to
And if I gotta go, be a homicide
Me and nigga, on the way to the Golden Gate
A nigga like me, can't
Just to 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
It's the rap lawing, jackers barring
Why I skipped the slab, when I went straight to
it like I said it, in the old school
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 your corner, in a Lincoln four do'
A fox photo, I do it in a flash
Nigga watch out, cause that could be ass
I so long, rhyme so strong
I my bar, sip then I swoll on
Get on, the motherfucking
And when the hit the corner, I hit the fence
They wonder where I went, they keep
I give a fuck, like Tyson I keep hooking
Or maybe like Lenox, I'm to the finish
I'm like the ghetto Popeye, but I don't spinach
I'ma keep going, I keep on flowing like the Nile
Million dolla mouthpiece, I smile
Look and a, nigga 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 mother
the Dorothy Marie McVay Matthew
There's ten planted, in my motherfucking shoe
I gotta be a man, hope you
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 know I mean
I be stacking up chips, like
Dark on a pump, like Calvin Kato
Loosen to the rocket, a four-peat like
I don't give a fuck, 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
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 full clips, till they empty
A piece of pussy, might tempt me
is trying to send me, to the Penitentiary
The main reason why, I ain't
I'm wired up, but I ain't on no slaughter
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 throw up 4, cause that's my hood
Never been a hoe, I'm letting hoes
I gotta get a P-L-A-T, but first a G-O
L-D, a plack
I keep it straight and simple like that, hit a from the back
And I use my, tool
Make her say ouch, I hit her with the mule