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 fallen soldiers man,
Eastside, Westside, Northside, I'm saying
All my partnas, all your partnas
But shit, I feel stress, still gotta get something
Off my chest, while these hoe be doing what
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 of funk, I ain't never been a punk
I on skunk, I blow on doja
Military minded, I'm a soldier
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 niggas wanna talk down, I don't
Gotta a trip 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, flee the murder
No shortage on the drank, I can't find no lean
From Southwest to Southfese, bitch about war not bout peace
Nigga me, I'm bout knocking out teeth
I'm saying, I'll loose your grill
A nigga coming down, in the Deville
Looking gravy, 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 another nigga, on the way to the Gate
A like me, can't wait
to make it, to another 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
the rap lawing, jackers ain't barring
Why I the slab, when I went straight to foreign
it like I said it, in the old school
Some niggas they be red, but Z-Ro
I come around 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 out, cause that could be your ass
I so long, rhyme so strong
I flicks my bar, sip then I on
Get on, the bench
And when the hit the corner, I hit the fence
They wonder where I went, they looking
I give a fuck, like Tyson I keep hooking
Or maybe Lenox, I'm strong to the finish
I'm like the ghetto Popeye, but I don't spinach
I'ma keep going, I on flowing just like the Nile
Million dolla mouthpiece, I smile
Look and load a, ashtray
Everytime he smile, he can the night to day
You can open up the pop, and let the come out
We don't give a damn, bout a ass cop
Crooked officer, crooked
Make a wanna blow the badge, off of ya
Me and Dougie, my brother
R.I.P., to my motherfucking
That's the Dorothy Marie Matthew
There's ten planted, in my motherfucking shoe
I be a man, hope you understand
There's 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 up chips, like Lego
Dark on a pump, just like Kato
to the rocket, a four-peat like Comets
I don't a fuck, good 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 Lake Charles, or 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 running round, in a friendse
I be busting clips, till they empty
A piece of potent pussy, tempt me
Rain is 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 pulling up, on and the Main
Looking lovely, got to good
I throw up Ridgemont 4, cause my hood
Never been a hoe, I'm letting know
I get a fucking P-L-A-T, but first a G-O
L-D, a motherfucking
I keep it straight and simple like that, hit a bitch the back
And I use my, tool
Make her say ouch, when I hit her the mule