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 man, Southside
Eastside, Westside, Northside, know I'm
All my partnas, all dead partnas
But shit, I still feel stress, still gotta get
Off my chest, while these hoe niggas be doing
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 on skunk, I blow on doja
Military minded, I'm a motherfucking
Out the streets, of the 4
Not no bitch, and say I ain't a hoe
Letting niggas know, everyday of the
I pimp my pen, and I get my clear
Why niggas wanna down, I don't know
Gotta take a trip to Akapoko, 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 shortage 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 bout knocking out
I'm saying, I'll loose your grill
A nigga coming down, in the Coupe
gravy, looking real throwed
I'ma be the nigga, pulling over at the cross 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, wait
Just to make it, to day
get the big pay off, so get the fuck out my way
When I around your corner, so slow
It'll be the nigga, in the damn
It's the rap lawing, ain't barring
Why I skipped the slab, when I straight to foreign
it like I said it, in the old school
Some niggas they be red, but blue
I come around your corner, but I set tripping
But I will, wet and wet women
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 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 don't give a fuck, Tyson I keep hooking
Or maybe like Lenox, I'm to the finish
I'm the ghetto Popeye, but I don't need spinach
I'ma keep going, I keep on flowing just like the
dolla mouthpiece, everytime I smile
Look and load a, nigga
he smile, he can turn the night to day
You can open up the pop, and let the smoke 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
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 up chips, like Lego
Dark on a pump, just like Calvin
Loosen to the rocket, a like Comets
I don't give a fuck, good punch a bitch make him vomit
On the grind, I'ma take a 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 gotta 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 clips, till they empty
A piece of pussy, might tempt me
Rain is to send me, to the Penitentiary
The reason why, I ain't friendly
I'm wired up, but I on no damn slaughter
in the back, and he got the camcorder
Recording everything, the 4's gon
pulling up, on Fondren and the Main
Looking lovely, got to good
I throw up Ridgemont 4, cause 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 keep it straight and simple that, hit a bitch from the back
And I use my, motherfucking
Make her say ouch, I hit her with the mule