Luyện nghe bài hát Slow, Loud and Bangin'

(*talking*)
Shit, the Crooked, I know y'all
Been waiting on here, yeah shit
R.I.P. Big Mello, Screw, Mafio, Big Boo,
All the fallen man, Southside
Eastside, Westside, Northside, I'm saying
All my partnas, all your dead
But shit, I still feel stress, gotta get something
Off my chest, these hoe niggas be doing what
They be doing, I don't know though, fuck it
We gon stay two in a fo' do'

Slow And Bangin', all in my trunk
Trunk full of funk, I ain't been a punk
I blow on skunk, I 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 my pen, and I get my point clear
Why wanna talk down, I don't know
take a trip to Akapoko, from the 4
With my 4-4 on my side, I ride
Ready to do another homicide, in a box
And I'm gone, nigga old
I'm H-Town to Cali, just Robert Ory
If I do a murder, flee the scene
No missing shortage on the drank, I can't no lean
Southwest to Southfese, bitch it's about war not bout peace
Nigga like me, I'm bout out teeth
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 go, it'll 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 around your corner, so slow
It'll be the nigga, in the Polo
the rap lawing, jackers ain't barring
Why I skipped the slab, when I straight to foreign
Said it like I 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
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 that be your ass
I so long, rhyme so strong
I my bar, sip then I swoll on
Get on, the motherfucking
And when the laws hit the corner, I hit the
They wonder I went, they keep looking
I don't give a fuck, like Tyson I 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 keep on flowing just 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 smoke out
We don't give a damn, bout a ass cop
Crooked officer, crooked
Make a nigga blow the badge, off of ya
Me and Dougie, my motherfucking
R.I.P., to my motherfucking
That's the Dorothy McVay Matthew
There's ten toes planted, in my motherfucking
I gotta be a man, you understand
There's but the work, and the calico in my hand
On a on the Ridgevan, and I'm serving a fiend
A real B-Boy, and you know what I mean
I be up chips, like Lego
Dark on a pump, like Calvin Kato
Loosen to the rocket, a four-peat like
I don't a fuck, good 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 to Lafayette
off in Alexandria, but I ain't finished 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 empty
A piece of potent pussy, might me
is trying to send me, to the Penitentiary
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
lovely, got to look good
I throw up Ridgemont 4, cause that's my
Never been a hoe, I'm letting hoes
I get a fucking 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
Make her say ouch, when I hit her with the