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, I'm saying
All my partnas, all your dead
But shit, I still feel stress, still get something
Off my chest, while these hoe niggas be what
They be doing, I don't though, shit 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 motherfucking
Out the streets, of the 4
Not no bitch, and say I still a hoe
niggas know, everyday of the year
I my pen, and I get my point clear
Why wanna talk down, I don't know
Gotta take a to Akapoko, from 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, just Robert Ory
If I do a murder, the murder scene
No missing shortage on the drank, I can't no lean
From to Southfese, bitch it's about war not bout peace
like me, I'm bout knocking out teeth
Know I'm saying, I'll loose your
A nigga down, in the Coupe Deville
Looking gravy, looking real
I'ma be the nigga, pulling over at the fucking road
With my K on my side, I'm to ride
And if I gotta go, it'll be a
Me and nigga, on the way to the Golden Gate
A nigga like me, can't
Just to make it, to 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, ain't barring
Why I skipped the slab, when I went straight to
Said it I said it, in the old school
Some niggas they be red, but blue
I around your corner, but I ain't set tripping
But I will, wet and wet women
With the calico, I had to let a motherfucker
That I come around 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 motherfucking
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 to the finish
I'm like the ghetto Popeye, but I don't spinach
I'ma keep going, I keep on just like the Nile
Million dolla mouthpiece, 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 smoke 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 brother
R.I.P., to my mother
That's the Dorothy Marie Matthew
There's ten toes planted, in my 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 live B-Boy, and you know what I mean
I be stacking up chips, like
Dark on a pump, just like Kato
to the rocket, a four-peat like Comets
I give a fuck, good punch a bitch nigga make him vomit
On the grind, I'ma 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 ain't yet
I gotta a hoe I-10, I sin
Then I, do it
I get my ends, I'm in my Benz-e
Got these hoes round, in a friendse
I be busting full clips, till they
A piece of pussy, might tempt me
Rain is trying to send me, to the
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
everything, the 4's gon swang
Still up, on Fondren and the Main
lovely, got to look good
I throw up Ridgemont 4, that's my hood
been 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 like that, hit a bitch from the back
And I use my, tool
Make her say ouch, when I hit her with the