Luyện nghe bài hát Slow, Loud and Bangin'

(*talking*)
Shit, Z-Ro the Crooked, I know
Been waiting on 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 partnas
But shit, I still stress, still gotta get something
Off my chest, these hoe niggas be doing what
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 ain't never a punk
I blow on skunk, I blow on
minded, I'm a motherfucking soldier
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 a trip 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, like Robert Ory
If I do a murder, flee the scene
No missing shortage on the drank, I can't find no
From Southwest to Southfese, it's about war not bout peace
Nigga like me, I'm bout knocking out
I'm saying, I'll loose your grill
A nigga down, in the Coupe Deville
gravy, looking real throwed
I'ma be the nigga, pulling over at the fucking cross
With my K on my side, I'm to ride
And if I gotta go, be a homicide
Me and another nigga, on the way to the Gate
A like me, can't wait
Just to it, to another day
get the big pay off, so get the fuck out my way
When I come around your corner, so
It'll be the nigga, in the damn
It's the rap lawing, jackers ain't
Why I skipped the slab, I went straight to foreign
it like I said it, in the old school
Some they be red, but Z-Ro blue
I around 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, that could be your ass
I rhyme so long, so strong
I flicks my bar, sip I swoll on
Get on, the bench
And when the hit the corner, I hit the fence
They wonder where I went, they keep
I don't give a fuck, like Tyson I hooking
Or maybe like Lenox, I'm strong to the
I'm like the ghetto Popeye, but I don't need
I'ma keep going, I keep on flowing like the Nile
Million mouthpiece, everytime I smile
and load a, nigga ashtray
Everytime he smile, he can turn the to day
You can up the pop, and let the smoke come out
We give a damn, bout a crooked ass cop
Crooked officer, crooked
Make a wanna blow the badge, off of ya
Me and Dougie, my motherfucking
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, hope you
nothing but the work, and the calico in my hand
On a corner on the Ridgevan, and I'm serving a
A live B-Boy, and you know what I mean
I be stacking up chips, Lego
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 take a trip on
I be on a plane, but the dope is on the ground
to Lake Charles, or headed to Lafayette
Maybe off in Alexandria, but I ain't yet
I make 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, till empty
A piece of potent pussy, tempt me
Rain is to send me, to the Penitentiary
The main reason why, I friendly
I'm wired up, but I ain't on no damn
Dejaun in the back, and he got the
Recording everything, the 4's gon
pulling up, on Fondren and the Main
Looking lovely, got to look
I throw up Ridgemont 4, that's my hood
Never been a hoe, I'm letting hoes
I get a fucking P-L-A-T, but first a G-O
L-D, a motherfucking
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 the mule