Luyện nghe bài hát Slow, Loud and Bangin'

(*talking*)
Shit, the Crooked, I know y'all
Been waiting on this here, 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 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
Trunk full of funk, I ain't never 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
Letting know, everyday of the year
I pimp my pen, and I get my clear
Why niggas wanna talk down, I don't
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, nigga old
I'm H-Town to Cali, like Robert Ory
If I do a murder, flee the murder
No missing shortage on the drank, I can't no lean
From Southwest to Southfese, bitch it's war not bout peace
Nigga like me, I'm bout knocking out
I'm saying, I'll loose your grill
A nigga coming down, in the Coupe
Looking gravy, looking 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
Just to make it, to day
get the big pay off, so get the fuck out my way
When I come around your corner, so
be the nigga, in the damn Polo
It's the rap lawing, jackers ain't
Why I skipped the slab, when I went to foreign
Said it I said it, in the old school
Some niggas they be red, but Z-Ro
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 your corner, in a Lincoln four 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 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 I keep hooking
Or like Lenox, I'm strong to the finish
I'm the ghetto Popeye, but I don't need spinach
I'ma keep going, I keep on flowing just the Nile
Million dolla mouthpiece, everytime I
and load a, nigga ashtray
Everytime he smile, he can the night to day
You can open up the pop, and let the come out
We don't a damn, bout a crooked ass cop
officer, crooked officer
Make a nigga blow the badge, off of ya
Me and Dougie, my brother
R.I.P., to my mother
the Dorothy Marie McVay Matthew
There's ten planted, in my motherfucking shoe
I gotta be a man, you understand
There's but the work, and the calico in my hand
On a corner on the Ridgevan, and I'm a fiend
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, 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
Headed to Lake Charles, or headed to
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 hoes running round, in a friendse
I be full clips, till they empty
A piece of pussy, might tempt me
Rain is trying to send me, to the
The main reason why, I 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
Still pulling up, on Fondren and the
Looking lovely, got to look
I throw up 4, cause that's my hood
Never been a hoe, I'm letting hoes
I gotta get a fucking P-L-A-T, but 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, I hit her with the mule