Luyện nghe bài hát Slow, Loud and Bangin'

(*talking*)
Shit, Z-Ro the Crooked, I know
Been waiting on this here, shit
R.I.P. Big Mello, Screw, Mafio, Big Boo,
All the fallen soldiers man,
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 these hoe niggas be doing
They be doing, I don't know though, fuck it
We gon stay two in a fo' do'

Slow Loud And Bangin', all in my
Trunk of funk, I ain't never been a punk
I blow on skunk, I blow on
Military minded, I'm a motherfucking
Out the streets, of the 4
Not no bitch, and say I ain't a hoe
Letting know, everyday of the year
I pimp my pen, and I get my clear
Why niggas wanna down, I don't know
Gotta take a 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, like Robert Ory
If I do a murder, the murder scene
No missing shortage on the drank, I can't no lean
From to Southfese, bitch it's about war not bout peace
Nigga like me, I'm bout knocking out
Know I'm saying, I'll loose grill
A nigga coming down, in the Deville
Looking gravy, real throwed
I'ma be the nigga, pulling over at the fucking road
With my K on my side, I'm ready to
And if I gotta go, be a homicide
Me and another nigga, on the way to the Golden
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 around corner, so slow
It'll be the nigga, in the damn
the rap lawing, jackers 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 Z-Ro
I come around your corner, but I ain't set
But I will, wet and wet women
the calico, I had to let a motherfucker 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, rhyme so
I my bar, sip then I swoll on
Get on, the motherfucking
And when the laws hit the corner, I hit the
They wonder where I went, keep looking
I give a fuck, like Tyson I keep hooking
Or maybe Lenox, I'm strong to the finish
I'm like the Popeye, but I don't need spinach
I'ma keep going, I keep on flowing like the Nile
Million dolla mouthpiece, everytime I
Look and load a, nigga
he smile, he can turn 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, officer
Make a nigga wanna the badge, off of ya
Me and Dougie, my brother
R.I.P., to my motherfucking
the Dorothy Marie McVay Matthew
There's ten toes planted, in my motherfucking
I be a man, hope you understand
There's nothing but the work, and the calico in my
On a on the Ridgevan, and I'm serving a fiend
A real live B-Boy, and you what I mean
I be up chips, like Lego
Dark on a pump, just Calvin Kato
Loosen to the rocket, a four-peat like
I don't give a fuck, good punch a bitch nigga him vomit
On the grind, I'ma a trip on Greyhound
I be flying on a plane, but the dope is on the
Headed to Lake Charles, or headed to
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 hoes running round, in a
I be busting full clips, till they
A piece of potent pussy, tempt me
Rain is trying to send me, to the
The main 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
Still pulling up, on Fondren and the
lovely, got to look good
I throw up Ridgemont 4, cause that's my
been a hoe, I'm letting hoes know
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 with the