Luyện nghe bài hát Slow, Loud and Bangin'

(*talking*)
Shit, Z-Ro the Crooked, I y'all
Been waiting on this here, shit
R.I.P. Big Mello, Screw, Mafio, Big Boo,
All the soldiers man, Southside
Eastside, Westside, Northside, I'm saying
All my partnas, all your partnas
But shit, I still stress, still gotta 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 And Bangin', all in my trunk
Trunk full of funk, I ain't been a punk
I blow on skunk, I on doja
minded, I'm a motherfucking soldier
Out the streets, of the 4
Not no bitch, and say I ain't a hoe
Letting niggas know, of the year
I pimp my pen, and I get my point
Why niggas wanna 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, 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 find no lean
Southwest to Southfese, bitch it's about war not bout peace
Nigga like me, I'm bout out teeth
Know I'm saying, I'll your grill
A coming down, in the Coupe Deville
gravy, looking real throwed
I'ma be the nigga, pulling over at the fucking cross
my K on my side, I'm ready to ride
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 it, to another 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 like I it, in the old school
Some niggas they be red, but blue
I come around your corner, but I set tripping
But I will, wet niggas and wet
the calico, I had to let a motherfucker know
That I come around your corner, in a Lincoln do'
A fox photo, cause I do it in a
watch out, cause that could be your ass
I so long, rhyme so strong
I my bar, sip then I swoll on
Get on, the motherfucking
And the laws hit the corner, I hit the fence
They wonder where I went, keep looking
I don't give a fuck, like I keep 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 just like the Nile
dolla mouthpiece, everytime I smile
Look and a, nigga ashtray
he smile, he can turn the night to day
You can up the pop, and let the smoke come out
We give a damn, bout a crooked ass cop
officer, crooked officer
Make a wanna blow the badge, off of ya
Me and Dougie, my motherfucking
R.I.P., to my mother
the Dorothy Marie McVay Matthew
There's ten toes planted, in my shoe
I be a man, hope you understand
There's but the work, and the calico in my hand
On a corner on the Ridgevan, and I'm serving a
A real B-Boy, and you know what I mean
I be stacking up chips, like
Dark on a pump, just like Calvin
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 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 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 running round, in a friendse
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 ain't
I'm wired up, but I ain't on no slaughter
in the back, and he got the camcorder
Recording everything, the 4's gon
Still pulling up, on and the Main
lovely, got to look good
I throw up Ridgemont 4, cause my hood
Never been a hoe, I'm letting know
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 from the
And I use my, motherfucking
Make her say ouch, when I hit her the mule