Luyện nghe bài hát Slow, Loud and Bangin'

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

Slow And Bangin', all in my trunk
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
niggas know, everyday of the year
I pimp my pen, and I get my clear
Why niggas 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 to Cali, just like Robert Ory
If I do a murder, the murder scene
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 bout out teeth
Know I'm saying, loose your grill
A nigga down, in the Coupe Deville
Looking gravy, real throwed
I'ma be the nigga, pulling at the fucking cross road
With my K on my side, I'm to ride
And if I go, it'll be a homicide
Me and nigga, on the way to the Golden Gate
A like me, can't wait
Just to make it, to day
Gotta get the big pay off, so get the out my way
When I around your corner, so slow
be the nigga, in the damn Polo
It's the rap lawing, jackers barring
Why I skipped the slab, when I went straight to
Said it 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 and wet women
With the calico, I had to let a motherfucker
That I come around your corner, in a Lincoln do'
A fox photo, cause I do it in a
Nigga out, cause that could be your ass
I rhyme so long, so strong
I flicks my bar, sip then I on
Get on, the bench
And when the laws hit the corner, I hit the
They wonder I went, they keep looking
I don't give a fuck, like I keep hooking
Or like Lenox, I'm strong to the finish
I'm like the Popeye, but I don't need spinach
I'ma going, I keep on flowing just like the Nile
Million mouthpiece, everytime I smile
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 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 mother
That's the Dorothy McVay 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 on the Ridgevan, and I'm serving a fiend
A live B-Boy, and you know what I mean
I be stacking up chips, Lego
Dark on a pump, like Calvin Kato
Loosen to the rocket, a four-peat Comets
I don't give a fuck, punch a bitch nigga make him vomit
On the grind, I'ma a trip on Greyhound
I be flying on a plane, but the is on the ground
Headed to Charles, or headed 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 Benz-e
Got these running round, in a friendse
I be busting clips, till they empty
A piece of potent pussy, might me
is trying to send me, to the Penitentiary
The reason why, I ain't friendly
I'm wired up, but I ain't on no slaughter
Dejaun in the back, and he got the
Recording everything, the 4's gon
pulling up, on Fondren and the Main
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 plack
I keep it straight and simple that, hit a bitch from the back
And I use my, motherfucking
Make her say ouch, when I hit her the mule