Luyện nghe bài hát Slow, Loud and Bangin'

(*talking*)
Shit, Z-Ro the Crooked, I know
Been waiting on this here, yeah
R.I.P. Big Mello, Screw, Mafio, Big Boo,
All the soldiers man, Southside
Eastside, Westside, Northside, know I'm
All my partnas, all dead partnas
But shit, I still feel stress, still get something
Off my chest, while hoe niggas be doing what
They be doing, I know though, shit fuck it
We gon two deep in a fo' do'

Slow Loud And Bangin', all in my
full of funk, I ain't never been 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
Letting know, everyday of the year
I pimp my pen, and I get my point
Why niggas talk down, I don't know
Gotta take a to Akapoko, from the 4
With my 4-4 on my side, I ride
to do another homicide, in a pine box
And I'm gone, old glory
I'm H-Town to Cali, just Robert Ory
If I do a murder, flee the murder
No missing shortage on the drank, I can't find no
From Southwest to Southfese, bitch it's about war not peace
Nigga like me, I'm knocking out teeth
I'm saying, I'll loose your grill
A nigga coming down, in the Coupe
Looking gravy, looking throwed
be the nigga, pulling over at the fucking cross road
With my K on my side, I'm ready to
And if I go, it'll be a homicide
Me and another nigga, on the way to the Gate
A nigga like me, can't
Just to make it, to day
get the big pay off, so get the fuck out my way
When I come your corner, so slow
It'll be the nigga, in the Polo
It's the rap lawing, jackers barring
Why I skipped the slab, when I straight to foreign
it like I said it, in the old school
Some niggas be red, but Z-Ro blue
I come your corner, but I ain't set tripping
But I will, wet and wet women
With the calico, I had to let a know
That I come around your corner, in a four do'
A fox photo, cause I do it in a
Nigga watch out, cause could be your ass
I rhyme so long, rhyme so
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 give a fuck, Tyson I keep hooking
Or maybe Lenox, I'm strong to the finish
I'm like the ghetto Popeye, but I don't need
keep going, I keep on flowing just like the Nile
Million dolla mouthpiece, everytime I
Look and 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
a nigga wanna blow the badge, off of ya
Me and Dougie, my brother
R.I.P., to my mother
That's the 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 on the Ridgevan, and I'm serving a fiend
A real live B-Boy, and you know what I
I be stacking up chips, like
Dark on a pump, just like Calvin
to the rocket, a four-peat like Comets
I don't give a fuck, good punch a nigga make him vomit
On the grind, I'ma take a on Greyhound
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
I, do it again
I get my ends, I'm in my motherfucking
Got hoes running round, in a friendse
I be busting full clips, till they
A piece of potent pussy, tempt me
Rain is trying to me, to the Penitentiary
The main why, I ain't friendly
I'm wired up, but I 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 up Ridgemont 4, cause that's my hood
Never been a hoe, I'm letting know
I gotta get a P-L-A-T, but first a G-O
L-D, a plack
I it straight and simple like that, hit a bitch from the back
And I use my, motherfucking
her say ouch, when I hit her with the mule